Page 9 of Sneaking Around with the Player
Me: Are you watching right now?
Beau: Yep. And studying. Or I was studying.
Me: Test tomorrow?
Beau: Yeah.
Me: What year are you?
Beau: Sophomore. You?
Me: Freshman.
We didn’t share a lot of personal information at the airport, so we get the basics out of the way. I learn that Beau is majoring in history, that he isn’t exactly sure what he wants to do with said degree, and that he just celebrated his birthday in September.
Me: Are you dating anyone?
Beau: No.
Me: Why not?
Beau: What do you mean, why not?
Me: Don’t make me say it.
Beau: ?
Me: You’re an attractive guy. So either you aren’t interested in dating or you’re an asshole?
Beau: You’re sure those are the only possible reasons?
Me: Pretty sure. So which is it?
Beau: Neither. I just don’t have a lot of time for dating right now.
Me: That’s weak.
Beau: It’s true. I have a lot going on.
Me: Do you have a job?
I’m lying on my stomach in bed, where I can see the TV set up in the middle of the room, but my eyes are glued to the small screen in my hand. The dots start and stop twice before the message appears.
Beau: Yeah. I have a campus job.
Me: I still think if you really wanted to date, you could. We’ve been texting for... almost thirty minutes. That’s enough time to grab a coffee or slip into a dark corner of the library for some under-the-shirt action.
Beau: Damn, you’re right. Gotta go. I have chicks to caffeinate and feel up.
Me: I sense you’re mocking me, but I should probably encourage it for the sake of the girls at your school.
Beau: I don’t follow.
Me: You’re hot.
Beau: Earlier I was just ‘attractive.’
Me: I didn’t want it to go to your head.
