Page 45 of I Could Never
The guys bought us another round of drinks and a couple more appetizers. Our impromptu party of four continued over the next hour.
My phone chimed a little after 10 PM. It was a text from Josh, so I excused myself to the bathroom so I didn’t seem rude while texting him back.
Josh: I swore I wouldn’t bother you unless I absolutely had to, but I can’t for the life of me find Scottie’s underwear. He’s been freeballing it for the past hour.
I laughed as I typed.
Carly: I did a whole load of laundry this morning. Everything is folded in a basket that’s hidden in my bedroom closet. I didn’t want him to get into the clothes like he sometimes does. You know how he likes to throw everything around.
A minute later he responded.
Josh: Ah! It’s like a gold mine of underwear in here. Thanks.
Carly: You’ll have to sift through it to find his.
Josh: I assume the black thong ain’t it. ;-)
Carly: No. That’s mine.
Josh: Well, it WAS yours. Now it’s mine.
Before I could figure out how to respond to that, he wrote back.
Josh: Just kidding. But why did I imagine that Miss Organic Lemon Pits wore granny panties?
My eyes widened.Ew!
Carly: Well, the thong is organic cotton, so…
Josh: Ah! I knew there had to be something weird about it. So, even your ass eats organic? Picky little thing, it is.
Carly: OMG! You’re nuts.
Josh: My nuts are gluten free.
Carly: Josh! LMAO
Josh: Sorry, I have the sillies. Must be going crazy from listening to an hour straight of “Bennie and the Jets” backwards. I’m about to choke myself to death with your thong.
Carly: You can put it down now.
Josh: You mean take it out of my pocket?
Carly: That’d be great.
Josh: Maybe you’ll meet someone at The Bar who’ll get to enjoy your organic cotton thong.
I hesitated.
Carly: I have met someone here actually. He’s nice.
Josh didn’t respond after that. So I assumed he wasn’t going to. But about five minutes after I returned to the table, my phone pinged again. I looked down casually to read the text.
Josh: Well, that’s good. I had no doubt it wouldn’t take long.
My thoughts were stuck on his message until I reminded myself to refocus my attention on the people at my table.
As we were readying to leave, Neil asked for my number. “I’d love to see you again,” he said with a smile.