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Arielle – Jesus, I was hoping he would have gotten the hint after our date.
Me – What did he do? You wouldn’t tell me.
Me – Told me you didn’t want to ruin my date.
Arielle –*sigh*He ordered for me. Ordered me a salad with light dressing and water.
Me – Why didn’t you tell me?
Me – He did the same thing for me.
Arielle – Darn. Okay, don’t worry about the two-date dare thing.
Me –*laughing*I’ve never backed down from a dare. I’m not stopping now.
I clicked out of our messages, then texted Austin back.
Me – Sounds good. When?
Austin – Seven?
Me – I’ll meet you there.
Austin – Sounds good. See you then.
***
After the worst date in history, I closed the door to my apartment, walked in, and froze.
“Umm. What are you doing here?” I asked Dominik.
He smirked, “I’m hungry. What are you cooking for supper?”
I shook my head, “I already ate.”
I kicked my heels off and then sighed in bliss.
I loved heels and what they did for my behind. But man, did my feet hate them.
He gaped, “You already ate?”
I nodded.
He sighed. “Damnit.”
Then he nodded and walked out of my apartment after closing the door.
“Well, hey, bye, fuck you too,” I murmured to the empty apartment.
I shook my head and then commenced with my daily ritual the moment I was home and wasn’t going anywhere.
I reached underneath my shirt, unclasped my bra, wove my arms through the sleeves, taking off one strap, and then repeating the process with the other.
It didn’t matter how small or big your boobs were.
Underwire was a bitch, and it sucked monkey balls at the same time.
However, it was a necessity.
