No more online dating. At least the guy from last night hadn’t been fifteen years older than his profile stated. What can I say? My standards are low, expectations even lower, thanks to several dates that ranged from boring to flat-out cringe-worthy. I’m giving up on dating, focusing on my friendships or whatever cliché thing people say when they cannot go on one more bad date. Besides, my friends kick ass. Case in point, last night. Ginny is always a blast, but after another failed date, my friend really came through for me, showing up within the hour ready to console me with wine and ice cream.

I really should have known better than to get out of bed yesterday. My horoscope said I should look for the good in the worst situations. The good of last night’s date—well, I’ll figure that out when my head stops throbbing.

The apartment is quiet as I walk out of my room to the kitchen. My roommate Dakota is already at class. If she’d been around last night, she would have stopped us. Damn her busy schedule this semester, working and taking eighteen credits. She’s the rational one in our friendship trio. Ginny is the optimist, I’m the dreamer, and Dakota is our dose of reality.

I find my phone buried in the couch cushions and call Ginny. I need a little of that optimism right now.

“Good morning,” she answers. Her voice is scratchy and less bubbly than normal.

“Are you at the guys’ apartment?” I peek out of the front door across the breezeway to our neighbor’s door.

“No. I went back to my dorm when Heath left for conditioning this morning.”

I check the time. “How long before it’s over?”

“They should be finishing up now. Sometimes they go a little over. Why?”

“Why? Seriously, why?”

“Uhh...”

“The note,” I whisper-screech.

She’s still silent on the other end. Maybe I dreamed the whole thing. Nope, I’m not that lucky.

“I wrote Adam a letter last night. Heart-shaped and covered in glitter. Ringing any bells yet?”

“Ooooh. I forgot about that,” she says like I didn’t just tell her about my most embarrassing moment in recent memory. “I mean, I remember now, but I’d completely forgotten. What did he say?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him. I’m hoping that he hasn’t found it. If he has, I’m moving and changing my name.” My skin goes clammy, and I take several deep breaths through my nose.

“So dramatic.”

Seriously, I don’t think she understands how bad this is. I just told a man I like him via a drunken craft project. Nothing makes a man fall harder than a homemade secret admirer letter. Groan.

“I’m going over there to grab it before he comes back.”

“Why? I thought you were ready to tell him how you feel.”