“I don’t believe in this whole magical good luck charm thing,” I said without preamble. “Neither do I.” “I’m not superstitious.” I heard him suck air through his teeth. “I’m a little stitious.” I let a laugh out through my nose. “It’s just a coincidence,” I said. “You realize that, right?” “I agree.” He paused. “But…” “But? But what?” “But what if it isn’t? I’m just playing devil’s advocate here. What if it isn’t? Brad said that everyone I’m serious enough to date more than twice is cosmically destined for someone else.”
