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Me:Fine. Just stop texting me and enjoy your date.

Nate:Don’t see how that’s possible, but okay. Goodnight, Lottie.

Me:Goodnight Nate.

Nate:Did I do something to offend you or piss you off somehow?

Me:No. Why would you ask that?

Nate:Because this one is even worse than the one with the cat.

Me:Nate…

Nate:I’m serious. This one can’t stop talking about puzzles. PUZZLES!!! Seriously?!

Me:Maybe she’s trying to break the ice by sharing her hobbies with you.

Nate:Or maybe she’s trying to kill me slowly from boredom. I feel like I’m dying.

Me:You’re not dying, Nate.

Nate:You sure? Because I definitely feel like I’m losing brain cells just listening to this woman talk.

Me:Try to talk about your own hobbies. Maybe that will move the conversation along.

Nate:She won’t let me. I haven’t gotten a word in since I walked into the restaurant.

Me:I’m sure you’re exaggerating.

Nate:I wish. Another dud.

Me:Women aren’t duds!

Nate:Well, if they were, you sure have a knack for finding them for me. You sure I didn’t piss you off? This feels like torture.

Me:You didn’t piss me off, and a date is not torture.

Nate:Sure fucking feels like it to me.

Me:Just give it a chance.

Nate:Whatever. Just find me a new one.

Me:You haven’t even finished that date yet, and you already want me to set you up with someone else?

Nate:That should tell you something.

Me:Fine. I’ll set it up.

Nate:Thank you. Goodnight Lottie.

Me:Goodnight, Nate.

Me:The date must be going off well. You haven’t texted me once all night.

Nate:Promise you won’t get mad?

Me:Why? What did you do?

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