Page 7 of Maybe Yours (Love & Wine)

“Come on, Clark. Don’t be a smarmy douche canoe,” I murmur, thankful I live above a restaurant and no one can hear the weird conversation I’ve been having with myself all night.

I turn the phone over and open up my eyes, the screen is black, and I laugh out loud at how completely idiotic I must look right now. When the damn thing finally recognizes my face, it opens and there in front of me is a message fromC.Grizwoldand it isn’t a picture of his flaccid penis.

“Hallelujah!” I yell out, tossing a fist into the air. Score one for me because even if he turns out to be just as slimy as the rest of them, at least he didn’t shoot a picture of his wiener.

C.Grizwold: Gotta love the play on words, WineQueenFamilyTruckster. Guessing you like wine and my favorite movie.

Me: You serious, Clark?

C.Grizwold: Hahaha! I guess this app does know what it’s doing. You’re the first match I’ve had that I haven’t rolled my eyes at.

Me: Please, you’re the first match I’ve had that didn’t have something to do with getting laid in the username.

C.Grizwold: Guys are pretty much the biggest assholes on the planet. This is my apology for my gender.

Me: Thanks, I appreciate that. So, what is it that you do for a living?

C.Grizwold: I thought we were supposed to stay away from typical small talk?

Me: Whoops! You’re right... How about this... Do you have a job?

C.Grizwold: I do. How about you?

Me: I also do.

C.Grizwold: Well, score one for both of us because that seems to be quite the hurdle, so I hear.

We spend the next two hours chatting and learning about each other. It’s far more fun than I ever thought possible. He’s witty and smart and is quick with the one-liners, and I actually haven’t given a single thought to what he might look like. He makes me laugh which is something I can’t say ever happened with my past boyfriends.

This guy may be worth a few more chats based on that alone.

Chapter Four

Tommy

I wake the next morning with a smile on my face as I reach for my phone to silence the alarm. Normally I wake up before it goes off, but today I haven’t, despite the good night’s sleep. As I do, I notice the notification on the Mystery Matchmaker app signaling a new message and my smile grows.

Clicking open the app, I navigate to the messages section to see what my mystery match has sent. She must have sent it after we said goodnight last night, almost as though it was an afterthought.

WineQueenFamilyTruckster: tell me something Clark, why do guys feel compelled to send dick pics all the time?

I laugh out loud, her question not what I was expecting as my fingers type out a quick response.

Me: no idea? Trying to prove a point? Trying to get laid? Because they’re idiots?

I immediately see the bubbles pop up to signify she’s responding, so I prop some pillows behind my head and wait to see what she has to say.

WineQueenFamilyTruckster: early bird, huh? But do they not realize that it’s just plain stupid and only makes them look like try-hard losers?

Me: yep, you too? I don’t know, this is my first time doing this kind of thing, and like I said before, I apologize for my gender. We really have no clue most of the time.

WineQueenFamilyTruckster: Yep. You seem to…

Her comments make me pause, my thumb hovering over the screen as I try to figure out what to say in response. Clearly, had I gone with the stupid username Jack had given me, I never would have matched with this chick. Well, maybe we’d have matched, but I was damn sure we wouldn’t be chatting like this. I meanblue balls? For fuck’s sake, like that didn’t scream desperate loser looking to get laid.

I mean yeah, I was looking to get laid, obviously, but not at the expense of my pride or integrity. And even though random hook-ups and one-night stands aren’t really my thing, I’m not opposed to a regular booty call situation if that’s what this girl might be into.

Me: so I guess this would be the wrong time to send a dick pic?

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