“I hated dating,” Benny said.
Brad leaned back in the booth. “You lucked out. Met Jane through your sister. And you know she’s ride or die too ’cause she was with you before you even had kidneys.”
Benny laughed. He’d had a kidney transplant two years ago, donated by Jane’s brother Jacob.
Brad took a swallow of his drink. “Ask that nurse out. Go wherever she is. Pitch the idea to her, she might be into it.”
I eyed him. “Pitch the idea?”
“Yeah,” Brad said. “She dates you, you guys break up, and she rides happily into the sunset too. It’s a win-win. Seriously. This is your chance. If you don’t do something you’re gonna spend the rest of your life sending women on to their forever families and never getting one for you.”
“Ha.” I finished my mozzarella stick. “You know, it’s not a science. Not every woman I date goes on to get married.”
“No, it only happens with anyone you like enough to ask out more than twice. Look,” he said, leaning onto the table. “You know I’m not a superstitious person. I don’t believe in magic or hexes or curses, but this thing that’s going on with you? It is real and it’s been happening for three years and it’s going to keep happening if you don’t do something. Maybe this is the something.”
I shook my head. “Why do I care if the women who didn’t work out for me go on to be happy? I don’t see why I need to put a stop to it.”
“Because every girl you’re serious enough about to date more than a few weeks is cosmically destined for someone else?”
I paused and stared at him.
Brad looked me in the eye. “You will never find someone as long as all the women you date aren’t actually meant for you. You’re not their soulmate. Their soulmate is the person they meet after you. It’s decided the minute it starts. They are literally fated not to be The One. Think about it.”
But I didn’t have to think about it. Because the second he said it, I knew it was true.
He was right. Ever since I noticed the streak, there was always something… missing. Nobody ever felt right. Not enough chemistry or I just lost interest after a few dates. I didn’t think much of it. Just figured it wasn’t a fit. But now that he mentioned it…
“Message her,” Brad said, going on. “Try it. What can it hurt?”
Benny was nodding.
I had actually thought about her. I’d checked once or twice to see if she’d messaged me again. She hadn’t. The last message was me telling her it was nice chatting with her, three days ago. Trying to keep talking to her was a dead end if she lived somewhere else. But I don’t know. Maybe Brad had a point. What could it hurt to try? Worst-case scenario, I’d spend some time and money and have no connection with her. What was new? I was already doing that with every date that didn’t pan out anyway.
Screw it. I opened my phone and started typing a message to Emma16_dilemma.
CHAPTER 3 EMMA
Justin just messaged me.”
Maddy was driving us home from the grocery store.
I hadn’t heard from him in three days and sort of figured we were done talking.
“What’d he say?” she asked.
I read it out loud.
Justin: Can I ask you a medical question?
Maddy glanced at me from behind the wheel. “You’re either about to get a rash or a dick pic.”
“Should I take my chances?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m actually interested in seeing the size of both.”
I laughed and typed in a reply.
Me: I’m here to answer any of your burning questions. And if it’s actually burning, you should see a doctor.
Justin:
And then: “Is there any truth to the q-tip thing being bad for you or do doctors just not want me to be happy?”
I laughed. Then I read it to Maddy.
“You know, for someone that cute, he’s pretty funny,” she said.
I looked at her over my phone. “What, they can’t be cute and funny?”
“No. When they’re that attractive or over six feet tall, they usually have the personality of a sexy palm tree.”
I was cracking up when I typed in my reply.
Me: Sadly, the q-tip thing is true. I have flushed many, many impacted ears.
Justin: I’ll never stop.
Me: Me either. #qtipsforlife
