First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

The last date I went on was probably four months ago and ended in a brief but satisfying roll in her sheets. I stopped on my way home from her place and got a cannoli from the little Italian bakery. I haven’t talked to her since.

i laughed at this for a solid 10 minutes, no joke. it wasn’t even that serious. its the voice i be using in my head to read it. im laughing now reading it again

I wish there was a guidebook for this. An instruction manual that could tell me how to take myself apart and put everything back together so I’m good as new. I wish I knew how to make sense of my pieces.

I should get to work early more often if this is the sort of entertainment I’m missing. He points behind him. “She needs to respect the lines. That’s literally why they’re there.” “The parking lines?” “Yes. The parking lines.” He jabs his finger in the direction of the cars again. “Someone needs to hold her accountable for her actions. She can’t just flit through life, parking however the hell she wants. There are—” “Lines. I hear you, buddy. No need to get worked up.”

if you work with me, this is how i feel every morning.