Page 39 of How to Win the Girl

Me:Hey buddy, I get to choose which way I message you. Don’t be bossy.

Drew:Sorry

Also, I have no idea what I’d say to him if I sent a voice message. My voice is…a normal voice, and his is like bourbon. Rich. Deep.

Sexy.

There is nothing sexy about me, let’s face it. As far as vixen vibes go, it doesn’t make any list of my finer qualities.

I poke on the small microphone icon and stare when the app gives me instructions on how to leave a voice message.

I pep talk myself. “You’re being ridiculous, Daisy. He’s already heard your voice, and it’s not like this guy is interested in you. We’re killing time.”

Which is true but could also be false. How do I know what his intentions are? He’s on the app the same way I am, and he’s already said he’s looking for long term, and who’s to say that person can’t be me?

Clearing my throat, I hold down the tiny icon and say, “I was only kidding. I knew calling you bro and dude would get your panties in a twist.”

As soon as I lift my finger the damn message sends.

“I was going to redo that!” I shout at the stupid app. “I sound like an idiot saying panties!”

Three buttons appear.

Disappear.

Reappear.

Drew:Do you actually call them panties or was that for my benefit, too?

Me:I mean—yeah, that’s what I call them?

Drew:You sure about that?

Me:What do YOU call them?

Drew:Chick’s underwear? Thongs? How the hell should I know?

Me:Dude, you’re the one who brought it up.

Drew:Oh, here you go again, dude-ing me.

Me:Don’t take it personally.

Drew:Can’t help it.

Me:If it makes you feel any better, I’m not sure what I call panties either besides panties because I don’t usually wear them very often.

Drew:That did NOT make me feel better.

Me:LOL

I half expect him to message back and say SHOW ME the same way I guarantee another guy would, but Drew doesn’t.

Drew:Your little LOL didn’t make me feel better, either ??

He gives me a little wink, which lets me know he’s teasing.

Nice.