Blind Date with a Book Boyfriend

by Lucy Eden

I wonder if this is how it feels when you meet the person you will eventually fall in love with, or when you meet the person who is about to murder you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not drunk, I’m nice.” “What does nice mean?” “Nice means I’m sober enough to consent to a sexual encounter but tipsy enough that I don’t care that I’m wearing giant gray cotton underwear that may or may not have a hole in them.”