Wait for It

by Mariana Zapata

Even I didn’t do that. People who knew me didn’t let me borrow stuff because they never got it back.

And that was exactly how I found myself in a house with seven males on a Friday night.

he writes me sweet notes on a regular basis telling me that I’m the light of his life and he can’t live without me, I’ll give him ten women tops.

It was a black Chevy. I wouldn’t forget it.

did she hit her with the car once???

When I’d gone for the bill, Dallas had swept my hand to the side and said, “That’s cute.”

AAAA

“Why do you hate the cat so much? And no, Dr. Evil, it didn’t happen then.”

😭😭 the damn cat

“You sure? You’ll only use one hand?” Why was the first thought that popped into my head a dirty one?

literally me

“I want you. I want your smile. Your hugs. Your love. I want your happiness.” He paused. “Every single thing.”

I love you. —Your born-again virgin Catholic convert, Dallas

“He looks out the window to check on you every night. I tell him to call you and quit being a stalker, but he thinks I’m going to listen in on his conversations.” She huffed. “I have better things to do with my time.”

I burst out laughing. “You’re the man of the house. You can’t just give me up like that.”