Her name is Emily. She is best friends with my little sister Anna and will be her roommate during their junior year of college next semester. Naturally, I felt an urge to fuck that up entirely.
We met when we both arrived at the hospital due to my sister guzzling down a trey full of shots that contained a whole carny act of alcohol. Don’t worry, Anna ended up being just fine. A few hours of blacked out sleep with a barf bag strapped to her face was all that was needed. I owe my little sis a muffin basket actually, for it was during this time that I got to know Emily. Ah, a silver lining.
She isn’t the type I would normally go for. Emily, it seems, is smart and sane. But nevertheless, I am intrigued by her talent at busting my balls. So, by the end of the night, I looked Emily dead in the eye and pronounced, “I am going to take you out.” This received the reply of a simple soul crushing, “No, you’re not.” Naturally, I got her number anyway. These are our daily conversations for you’re enjoyment…
Me: So when should I pick you up?
Emily: Omg…
Me: So Wednesday at 6:30?
Emily: Dang it, I have to go read to orphans then.
Me: I got em a book on tape. They’re fine.
Emily: Wait…it was actually a silent auction at the women’s club, my bad.
Me: One of my friends is a lesbian mute auctioneer. She’s got it covered.
Emily: I don’t think you know what the women’s club is…
Me: Neither does my friend, but she’s very excited to attend.
Me: Even better idea: Why don’t I come with you and have you show me what it is? Problem solved.
Emily: Sorry bud, members only.
Me: Where do I sign up?
Emily: You don’t. Aren’t you like 23?
Me: Yes ma’am.
Emily: I’m 20. Don’t you think that’s like a little too Anna Nicole Smith.
Me: Nah. Last I checked, 23 wasn’t the new 99. I don’t have any money but I am wheelchair and wrinkle free so that’s a plus.
EMILY: Awesome.
THE NEXT DAY….
Me: So what kind of flowers do you like?
Emily: Dead ones.
Me: See, this is why we belong together.
Emily: That’s a little morbid.
Me: I joined the women’s club today. What time should I pick you up for the silent auction?
Emily: I already have a date. I’m taking your friend, the lesbian mute auctioneer. She’s very excited to attend.
Me: Damnit.
THE NEXT DAY…
Me: So do you like Italian food?
Emily: I’m anorexic.
Me: Unfortunate…
Me (Again): Well I’m actually a chef. I could cook you dinner and bring it to you if you won’t let me take you out.
Emily: Aren’t you the one who didn’t have any food besides stale wheat thins?
Me: Yeah…but I made those wheat thins myself and they are delicious.
Emily: Oh really?
Me: Yeah. Go on Yelp. I’m rated five stars. Kina a big deal…
THE NEXT DAY…
Me: You give in to me yet?
Emily: Do I really seems so easily swayed?
Me: No. But I think i’ve at least earned a shot right?
(I proceeded to try and call her. She ignored my call…so i left her a voicemail)
Emily: My grandma leaves me voicemails begging me to call her all the time. Who cares.
Me: Your grandma is ging to love me. She will definitely approve of me when we meet at our wedding.
Emily: I doubt that. She’s a bitch.
Me: A trait you’ve inherited. But it’s what I love about you.
Emily: Fuck you.
Me: So Saturday at 6:30?
THE NEXT DAY…
Me: So what you up to? Probably thinking of me…
Emily: Can’t say that’s the case.
Me: You should really try calling me back sometime. We’d have great conversations.
Emily: That sounds like five minutes of my life I’ll never get back.
Me: More like an amazing moment you won’t want to end.
Me (Again): Are you always this stubborn? Or do I just bring it out in you?
Emily: Can’t a woman stand her ground anymore without being questioned?
Me: I like it. I respect it. But how much ground do you need? You should really make some room for me to stand right next to ya.
Emily: I prefer to lone wolf it.
Me: That was you? I thought I heard a howl…
THE NEXT DAY…
Me: So did you dream about me last night?
Emily: Have you considered playing hard to get?
Me: Nah, with you that’d get me nowhere. I’m going for it. Charming right?
Emily: It’s something.
THE NEXT DAY…
Me: I heard a wolf howl…did you try calling me?
Emily: No.
THE NEXT DAY…
Me: You a movie fan?
Emily: No. I prefer long novels with such advanced and complex diction that they need to be read alone…in solitude.
Me: How about I write you a story about our first date and you can read that?
Emily: I’m not really into tragedies…or horror…or science fiction.
Me: How about epic romances?
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