The Exception to the Rule

by Christina Lauren

HE! IS! A! PATIENT! LOVER!)

He came out looking like an A+ sex stud, and I came out looking like Gollum curled around her bottle of wine.

Having a reputation of being an amazing lay is just too great a burden for me.”

“We get soup dumplings when we’re thinking about each other.” She was thinking about me.

This is sooooo cute

“Do you ever have a feeling about someone? Like they’re your safe space

“Like a date?” “I hope so? I intend to flirt.”

C . . . my hands are shaking right now. I am freaking the hell out. I live in Philly, too. And I think you know that.

It’s my soup-dumpling buddy. It’s my conundrum wrapped in a mystery tied with a puzzle shoved in a pickle jar.

He walks around the hood and sees me at the same time I see the cupcake box in his hand. Forget flowers; give me a cupcake and it’s a perfect date.

Stoppppp

“I don’t normally kiss before the first date,” I tell him. “But you’re the exception to the rule.”

I win. I love you.

Are we still going to be emailing each other from the same couch on Valentine’s Day in fifty years?

Without question.