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Feels like my heart isn’t included in anything at all, right now. Might as well get drunk and forget I thought I’d found my girl, only to be denied.
12
GIGI
“So what’s happening in the world of men?” June intones. “Gigi?—”
“No…” I shake my head. “No. I’m staying away from men right now.”
“A man-free diet?”
“Yes!” I grin. “Exactly. I mean, if my soulmate comes along, I’ll go for it, you know? But men are too complicated.”
“I thought men were simple creatures,” Coco says with a frown. “All they think about is food, football and sex.”
“Not all of them are like that,” Bee protests. Of course she would, she’s smitten with her pack. “Not even most of them.”
“A good proportion then,” Coco says. “Are we in agreement?”
We all hum thoughtfully. I mean, it’s not like I have a degree in men, right? I haven’t read any studies. All I have is personal experience, limited at that, and the men I’ve been with… they weren’t so much into food or football.
Sex, though… Yeah, they seemed to be into it.
As have I, to be honest.
“…without,” Coco is now saying, and I force my mind back to the current conversation.
“Without what?”
“Men. I mean, it’s fine if Gigi wants to be celibate. Unless you decided you’re into girls?” She cuts me an inquiring glance. “Have you decided you’re batting for the other team?”
“No,” I say. “No signs of girl-attraction so far.” I sigh. “Though objectively I know you girls are hot.”
“So you’re just taking yourself out of the game,” June says.
“You make it sound so final,” I grumble.
“Is it?”
“No… It’s just for now. Like I said, I’m waiting for my beta soulmate.”
“That’s weirdly specific,” she mutters.
“Your roommate is yummy, though,” Coco says, a dreamy look in her eyes. “Don’t you think?”
I frown. “Casey?”
“Who’s Casey?” She blinks. “Did I miss something? I’m talking about Ronin.”
“Oh, you like Ronin now?” No idea why I feel so annoyed.
Okay, that was a lie. I do know. But that begs the question, since when have I thought of Ronin as mine?
Whoa, back up. Ronin, mine? What’s going on with me?
“What’s not to like?” Coco’s dreamy look persists and I want to shake her. “He’s a beefcake.”
“Hey,” I say, not even sure why I’m starting a catfight. “You don’t?—”
