Page 69 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Greg’s enthusiasm is hilarious and weirdly, he was right. Clearly, he loved pizza.
Rosie:I’m impressed. Yes, we ordered Boriellos. Now to really impress me, you have to tell me what I ordered.
Greg:Hmm, that’s hard because I feel like I don’t know you as well as I should, but if I had to guess, I’m going to say black olives and . . . broccoli
Rosie:No way in hell you just guessed that. Are you stalking me?
Greg:LOL! No! But if I told you my buddy delivers for them and when I showed him a picture of you the other day, he said he delivers to your apartment often, and that you are the only one who orders that pizza, would you believe me?
Rosie:Your friend is our delivery man? Does that mean he told you about all my embarrassing cat shirts I wear when I answer the door?
Greg:He might have mentioned a cat shirt or two . . .
Rosie:I get them for free. I work at a cat magazine, so I’m constantly snagging oversized cat shirts. What can I say? They’re comfortable.
Greg:Hey, I can never pass up a free shirt, so I completely understand. Tell me, do they have rainbows on them, maybe a unicorn?
Rosie:A girl could only wish. No, they just have real cats on them. Usually the cat of the month. My boss loves getting them put on shirts.
Greg:Your work sounds amazing, although, it would be better if it was with dogs, because they’re so much cooler.
Rosie:Tell me, if you had a shirt with your dog’s face on it, would you wear it in public?
Greg:You’re kidding, right? If I had a picture of Bear on a shirt, I would wear that thing every day. In fact, Bear would have a matching shirt with my ugly mug on it.
Rosie:Ha ha. I would love to see that and you don’t have an ugly mug. You have a rather attractive mug.
Greg:Why, Rosie, you flatter me. How did I ever become so lucky?
Rosie:The Internet gods?
Greg:I think you’re right about that. So, are we on for Friday?
After my conversation with him, I was definitely more than ready to go out with him. He seemed fun, intriguing, and I felt like we would have a good time, given the easy flow of our conversation.
Rosie:Yes, tell me when and where and I will be there.
Greg:Damn, Rosie, you just made my day. What do you like to do?
Rosie:Anything really. Just don’t take me to a movie. I want to be able to talk with you.
Greg:Movies are for making out and I’m not about to stick my tongue down your throat on the first date, unless it’s a requirement for you. Is it a requirement? I would be happy to oblige.
Rosie:Ha ha, nice try, but no, it’s not. Sorry.
Greg:A guy’s got to try. How about we go to this place where we get to make our own oven-brick pizzas? We go somewhere to pay people so we can do all the work.
Rosie:Sounds intriguing. I’m in.
Greg:Perfect. Listen, I could hang out with you all night on this thing, but I’m currently getting my master’s and have some reading to do before my class tomorrow night. Will you forgive me for jumping out of our conversation too early?
Rosie:I suppose. Have a good night, Greg. I look forward to Friday.
Greg:Me too, Rosie. Have a good night.
We both signed off and I set my computer to the side as I smiled about my date with Greg. I felt rejuvenated about my dating life. Maybe I’d moved too quickly with the others. Maybe talking to them first was what I should have done.
Feeling thirsty, I walked out to the kitchen where I heard Delaney and Derk going at it from their room. I giggled to myself as I heard a muffled hyena sound come from under her door—clearly she was trying to cover the fact that Derk was playing with her toes. What a weird thing, but to each their own.
