Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Dex:
Shit, was that a rude thing to say? I meant: sucks that you have your kid all the time and don’t have time to yourself.
Margot:
Uh—I mean, it was a bit rude, yes. But nothing you say any more surprises me. It’s like you can’t help yourself.
Dex:
Was that a compliment? It’s hard to tell.
Margot:
No, that was not a compliment.
Margot:
It’s probably a good thing that you only date women who are younger than you.
Dex:
What’s that supposed to mean?
Margot:
I mean—they’re probably more likely to put up with your shit.
Dex:
My shit?
Margot:
You know, let you say and do whatever you want because of the God complex.
Dex:
God complex???
Margot:
Oh please, admit it, you think your shit doesn’t stink.
Dex:
I don’t think my shit doesn’t stink—I can be humble.
Margot:
Sure. Okay, if you say so.
Dex:
I do say so
Margot:
Okay.
Dex:
Stop doing that
Margot:
Doing what?!
Dex:
Agreeing with me. It’s annoying
Margot:
LOL
Margot:
I will say this: it’s so refreshing that I can say whatever is on my mind because I don’t care about impressing you.
Dex:
Now I’m insulted.
Margot:
Why?? You wouldn’t want to date me anyway. I have a kid, remember?
Dex:
Uh, yeah, I do remember—who could forget a kid like Wyatt?
Margot:
Aw, see? Now that was nice.
Dex:
Was that a compliment?
Margot:
OMG. Were you speaking about my Child and using Sarcasm?!?! What kind of an asshole are you?!
Dex:
LOL calm down, that wasn’t sarcasm. I was being sincere.
Margot:
I seriously cannot with you. Unbelievable. This is why you’re having bad luck with women.
Dex:
Is it? I hadn’t noticed. Usually women fall into my lap and I don’t have to make any effort.
Margot:
See? That’s another one of your problems. You’re so full of yourself?
Dex:
Am I??
Margot:
Stop doing that!
Dex:
Doing What?! I’m being Honest
Margot:
I have no idea what to even say to you right now. My mind is blown.
Dex:
Hey. I have an idea.
Margot:
Don’t tell me what it is, I don’t think I want to know.
Dex:
What do you say about having a drink? You can tell me all the things you think I’m doing wrong and help me step up my game.
Margot:
Isn’t there someone else who can be your dating coach? Don’t you have any buddies?
Dex:
I have lots of buddies. But they’re either A: fuck boys or B: busy with their families. Also, most of the ones I know met their partners in college or high school and don’t have the same problems I do.
Margot:
Are you telling me there is No One they’re willing to set you up with??
Dex:
Hey, all I’m suggesting is a drink. It’s the least I can do after paying your daughter to lie for me.
Margot:
I mean, in your defense, you Did pay her.
Dex:
True. And can I point out again that it Was her idea . . .
Margot:
I’ll allow it.
Dex:
So, drinks? You can tell me all the things that are wrong with me, and then we can go our separate ways.
Margot:
Gee. What girl can resist an offer like that?
Chapter 8
Dex
“Take her for a drink, they said. It will be fun, they said,” I mumble, disgruntled.
“First of all, I can hear you.” Margot laughs, perched on the barstool next to me. “Second, this was your idea. I tried to weasel my way out of it, but you insisted.”
She lifts her cocktail glass to her lips and sips.
Obviously, I watch.
I’ve been watching her a lot since we sat down at the bar of an old tavern on the outskirts of the city, closer to where she lives than I do—for the first time I tried to be a gentleman, seeing as she’s doing me a favor and all.
“When did you try to weasel your way out of coming tonight?”
Margot rolls her eyes at me over the brim of her glass. “Remember when I asked if you had friends who could help you instead of me?” She swirls the crystal glass, studying the amber liquid and the big square ice cube before taking another sip. “I reckon if you sit here long enough by yourself, some lonely woman will find you.”
I feel my entire forehead wrinkle. “Some lonely woman would find me? What am I, a charity case?”
My anti-date snorts. “Hardly. That wasn’t my point. What I meant was, all you have to do is sit here and look pretty.”
“Aww, you think I’m pretty?” I flutter my eyelashes as I lift my glass of beer. It’s cold and in a frosted mug, just the way I like it.
Margot sighs long and loud. “You’re lucky Wyatt had a slumber party tonight, or I would have canceled on you.”
I’m not sure how to translate what she means by that. “What are you saying? That you can’t get babysitters?”
She shrugs. “Sure, I can get babysitters. I just don’t like wasting them on pointless”—she pauses, searching for the words—“efforts.”
“You think this is pointless?” And what does she mean by efforts?
Margot is confusing the fuck out of me.
She turns on the wooden stool, leveling me with a stare. “Yes. This isn’t a date. You felt guilty about being an assbag, so you’re buying me a drink, and I haven’t had the chance to wear my new jeans out of the house, so I said yes.”