“Yeah,” Kat chimed in, blue eyes twinkling. “Who got the literal booty call?”

“Funny you should call it that.” A reluctant smile tugged at Julia’s lips. She really did have a talent for messing things up. “Because that’s exactly what Derek thought when he got it.”

“Derek?” Kat tapped her chopsticks together in thought. “The I just bought a boat guy?”

“The I took an hour to make my hair look like I slept funny guy?” Andie added.

“That’s the one.” Julia nodded. “He showed up at my door so fast, I still didn’t have my pants back on.”

“What did you do?”

“I told him the truth. That it was a mistake. That I’d meant to send the pic to someone else.”

“Uh-oh.” Andie winced. “Did you explain to him it was meant for your mom?”

“I don’t know if that would have been better,” Kat chortled.

“He bailed before I could.” Julia shrugged, then stopped, eyes widening. “Oh, God. He thought I was sending the pic to another guy, didn’t he? No wonder he was so mad!”

“You’re just putting that together?” Kat made a noise in the back of her throat, half disgusted and half amused. “Honestly, Jules, I don’t know how you manage any sort of love life.”

“Easy. I don’t.”

“But you go on dates all the time,” Kat insisted.

“Yeah, and they all end in disaster.” Julia poked at the remaining food in her bowl. “Or with dick pics.”

“Or both,” Andie added.

“Definitely both,” Kat agreed.

“Then why do we keep doing it?” Julia asked, as much to herself as to her friends.

“Because we keep hoping we’ll find the one,” Andie said.

“Which one?” Julia wondered.

“She means the one.” Kat fluttered her fingers. “You know, the one meant just for you.”

“Oh.” Julia stabbed a chopstick through the shrimp. “That one.”

“The right one is out there,” Andie promised. “We just have to keep looking.”

“It’s what we have to keep looking at that bothers me.” Julia held up her chopstick, phallic shellfish speared on the end.

“Does this mean it’s a no to seeing shrimp boy again?” Andie asked.

Julia twirled her chopstick, sending the little crustacean spinning. “I think so.” She sighed. “I need to enact a strict no dick pics policy. If they send me an unsolicited shot of their wiener, I’m out.”

“That’ll narrow down your dating options real quick,” Andie snorted.

Kat’s face took on a dreamy, pensive look. “What if it’s a really good one though?”

“Nope.” Julia shook her head.

“Like, really good,” Kat insisted.

“Still no,” Julia said, equally insistent. She twirled her chopstick faster. Hell, no. She was tired of that line so casually getting crossed.

“Well, send them my way, then.” Kat reached out and tapped her chopstick against Julia’s, knocking the shrimp back into the bowl. “But only the really good ones.”