No, only bad movies for me

Define bad

Set unrealistic expectations about life

By life, you mean love?

I do :)

What about u?

Doing anything special tonight?

I’m distracted from the screen by Amelia appearing on the living room threshold looking devastatingly hot in an illusion-yoke lace dress. I wolf whistle at her.

“I see we’ve brought out the heavy artillery. What’s the occasion?”

Ping.

“First official date with Dylan,” Amelia says, out of breath.

“Oh, so you’ve finally stopped sneaking to the copy room and made it official?”

“You think I’m wrong? I’m so nervous… This is crazy. I’m crazy. He’s a coworker, and it’s definitely too early for me to be out there dating. I should cancel. Yeah, I should definitely cancel. This was a bad idea.”

Ping.

“It wasn’t a bad idea, and you didn’t spend two hours getting ready to cancel. Where’s the kisser taking you?”

“Stop calling him that. And I don’t know, he said it was a surprise.”

Ping.

“Who’s sending you all these texts, anyway?” Amelia asks.

“Oh, no one.”

“No one, uh? Does no one work with me, by any chance?”

“He may. Why? You know something?”

“I may. Let me see.”

“No.”

We both make a dive for the coffee table, but, stiletto heels notwithstanding, she’s quicker in reaching the phone. Her eyes navigate the chat, and before I can stop her, she’s typing.

“What are you doing? Stop typing. Give me my phone back.”

I’m ready to wrestle it out of her hands when she gives it back.

“There, you’re all set for the night.”

I quickly read the last three messages from Richard and her reply.

I was hoping to watch bad movies with a beautiful girl

Also, I happen to be at Tesco and I’ve just bought popcorn

…Any ideas what I should do with it?

Why don’t you come over?

“You didn’t just do that. It makes me seem so forward.”

“I so did. You were flirting already on your own. I just gave you a little push.”

“Down the cliff. What am I going to do now?”

“I suggest you make your casual homey attire a little more casual-chic and perhaps put on a bit of makeup.”

Ping.

“What does he say?” Amelia asks.

“That he’d love to come over. Did you say something about me to Richard?”

“No. He kept asking about you, and I told him that if he wanted to see you all he had to do was ask.”

“And when did you decide to use my phone to have me ask him instead?”

“That was a whim.”

“Now I’m screwed, and you’re the worst friend ever!”

“Now, instead of a night spent moping, you have a hot date. Have fun and don’t stay up too late.”