Page 188 of The Bluffing Game

“Maybe I should say they chase us then.”

“Rosie, you want to go first?” Izzy asks.

Rosie shakes her head. “You said you were going to go first. I’m excited to hear what you wrote.”

“I know, but now I’m nervous. What if it sucks?”

“That’s why we’re doing this,” I say, “so that we can help each other. I bet none of our profiles are great right now, but once we give each other feedback, it will be so much better.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll go first. God knows I need the help. This is mine.” Izzy looks at us, clears her throat, and reads from her phone, “Buxom blonde with big blue eyes. Shy virgin seeking an⁠—”

“Stop right there.” I hold my hand up and shake my head. “You are not going to tell the world that you’re a virgin, are you, Izzy?”

Is she crazy?

Maybe we do need Dalton’s dating tips after all. Maybe we are all doomed to have bad dates.

“What’s wrong with it? I wanted men to know so that they wouldn’t expect sex.”

“Girl, that’s going to make them want you even more because they’re going to want to take your virginity,” Lucia says, shaking her head.

“You think so? I wanted to be up front and honest and …”

“That’s too honest. Trust me when I say, don’t bring sex into any of it. What’s the next part?”

“I’m currently in an open relationship.”

I groan loudly. “No, no, no, no. Izzy, all you’re going to find are other guys who are ecstatic about the fact that you’re in an open relationship.”

Lucia gives me a very obvious grateful look, then sighs. “We’re going to have to come back to you, Izzy. What does yours say, Rosie?”

“I’m kind of embarrassed. Can you go next, Sage?”

“Fine. This is what my profile says. Early to mid-twenties. Funny, sassy, single girl, looking for a man who can show her the moon, fly her to the stars, and enjoy chocolate, strawberry, and champagne with her.” I pause. “That’s as far as I got.”

“Wow,” Lucia says with a smile. “That sounds pretty damn good. Dang, girl. Maybe you should write all of ours.”

“I don’t think so. It’s not that good.”

“It’s better than mine.” Lucia grimaces. “Mine sounds like a boring, vapid woman wrote it. Trust me, it is way better than mine.”

“Let’s hear yours, Lucia.” I lean forward. “I have to hear it now.”

“Basically, I just said that I’m looking for a hot guy to take me on fun dates with delicious meals.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I also said that if he wants to spoil me and fly me to France, I’m open to it.” She makes a face. “Maybe I’m coming across as a gold digger, and I don’t really want that. I just want hot men with lots of money contacting me. And not too old.”

“That’s what we want,” Rosie says, giggling, “except we don’t necessarily care if they’re too old.”

“You guys have a thing for old men or something?”

“No, it’s just … Okay, look, I’m going to tell you both something because I love you both, and I really hope you don’t judge us, but it’s the truth.”

“What is it?” Izzy says, looking excited. “I want some juicy gossip.”

“It’s not that juicy. It’s just … we’re looking for billionaires.”