Page 62 of Sunset Catchers
Levi’s brows dip toward the other.
“My dating history?” he says.
“Yes.”
“I don’t really have a history, per se.”
“Elaborate, please.”
I pull my legs up on the swing to tuck them beneath me. I’m all ears.
“I just never really did the whole girlfriend thing. I hooked up, a lot. But it never panned out into something more.”
“You kind of seem disappointed by it.” The corners of his mouth are turned down a touch. Levi shrugs.
“For a long while, doing the casual hook-up thing was enough for me. But these last few years, I have tried to take dating more seriously. To find someone with whom to form a deeper connection.” His laugh is almost self-conscious. “It just hasn’t happened yet.”
“Huh.”
“What?”
“It’s just surprising.”
“It is?”
“Yes! I mean, with the way you look and your cool day job. The fact that you own property in this economy, and still don’t have a girlfriend; it’s very surprising.”
“The way that I look?” He can’t help it; he is so smug right now.
“It’s uncouth to fish for compliments, Levi.”
“So you think I’m pretty or something?”
“I’m not answering that.”
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
“You know what? Discard my previous statement. It’s not surprising at all. You have a terrible personality.”
He chuckles, smiling big. “Liar. What about you?”
“Only ever did the casual hook-up thing,” I tell him.
“You never wanted to date?”
“Not really, honestly.”
“Why?”
“Well, as you know, I’m not very keen on discussing my life story with people, and so, it sounds horrific to have to do it with a slew of people until you find one you kind of want to stick around.”
“Right.”
“What is it?” I ask, since his eyes are poking holes in my face.
“Nothing. I just think, you’d do well at dating.”
I’m flustered over the compliment for a beat. I don’t know how to comment on that.
