Single and Ready to Jingle

by Piper Rayne

“Hey, I’m single and ready to jingle.” She wiggles in her seat, making the bells ring.

Me being attracted to Andrew would be akin to Mrs. Claus having an affair with the Grinch.

“The practice came about because way back, people would throw their waste from the chamber pot straight out the window. This way, men were much more likely to be covered in shit than the woman.”

I frown and look down at my shirt with a cartoon turkey on it that says, “You only like me for my breasts.”

Watching what is normally a confident, capable, hot-as-hell man struggle to stay upright on the ice has to be God’s way of evening the playing field for the rest of us.

But none of them makes me feel anything more than being with Kenzie already does. My heart has been kick-started, it just has nothing to do with Christmas.

It’s official—I’m a goner. I’m a total simp for this woman. At this point, I’d probably enter a gingerbread-house-making competition and dress up as Santa if she asked me to.

I think what she realized before me was that things were easy because neither of us had that ‘I have to have you or I’ll die’ feeling for the other. And I think that’s what you need to make it through the tough times. Otherwise, you’ll just dust your hands off and let the relationship go when things get tough.”

“Don’t let what other people think stop you from taking a risk at being happy.

Christmas is when I fell in love with you.”

And having someone in my life I love so much that her joy brings me greater joy.”