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Which is my way of saying we are. I practically throw my phone across the room, then I risk never seeing it again. The rats are busy after dark.
If Hudson wants to take me, why can’t he just ask? Why hasn’t a male ever asked me on a date? Out to dinner? To spend time with him? Well, except Marcel on the first floor of the building. He suggested we get cozy early one morning when I was leaving to pick Abuela up at the airport. Said he had some waffles under his bed.
Go figure.
Not going to lie. I stew until I can’t take it anymore.
from:
to: Hudson Roboveitchek
date: September 29, 11:09?PM
subject: Re-Thinking Things
Dear Pumpkin Guts,
I find it very unlikely that you get fan mail, but in case you do, here’s some hate mail! This should be fun!
Let’s see, where to start? Your smile reminds me of spoiled milk. Your eyes are like two cane holes in a cow turd. Everything you say is an empty effort to get people to like you.
Just thinking about the sound of your voice makes me want to throw up in my mouth. How do you live with yourself?
Just a few days ago, I was in a coffee shop and someone dumped their entire cappuccino on me. If that happens to you, I hope they don’t apologize either. Also, if you have life goals, I hope they get blocked at every turn, sending you back to square one.
To be clear, you don’t matter to me. I don’t like you. And I’ll be happy if all your life and love plans backfire.
Wishing you unwell!
Coldest Regards,
Your Secret Adversary
However,for once, my missive doesn’t make me feel better. I feel crossed up like two hockey players are closing in on me. Only, I’m afraid there’s only one that I want.
I toss the notion out as quickly as it comes and return to my revenge bedtime procrastination routine and read a post about sorting items into three boxes: throw away, donate, and keep.
Thoughts of Hudson Roboveitchek belong in the first bin. Right?
The next week,while I nibble on a croissant at book club, the girls discuss which tropes to pick for our next romcom read.
“Definitely hate to love,” Ella says.
“What about forbidden romance like best friend’s brother?” Cara asks.
Gracie waves her finger for everyone’s attention. “I vote it should include small town.”
Margo adds, “How about arranged marriage, too?”
I slant my gaze at her. At all of them.
Then Whit adds, “With pining.”
“So a second chance?” Delaney asks.
Cara says, “Second chance-ish.”
“Like second chance adjacent?” Delaney clarifies.
