Text Nerdy to Me - Episode 1
by Sabrina York
Tiffany sips her coffee and smirks at her best friend…
Who’s staggering out of the bedroom in their suite.
Well, don’t you look chipper today.
Shut up.
It’s too early for sarcasm.
How late were you out?
I have no idea.
Tiffany grins.
That’s Vegas for you. You must have had fun.
Yeah. But I wish I could remember it more.
Don’t we all, baby. Don’t we all.
Any more coffee?
Nope. This is the last cup.
Here. Have the rest of mine.
You’re a saint.
Erin’s cell phone buzzes and she groans.
I can’t believe he’s texting me so early.
He is an early bird, isn’t he?
How are you two even a thing?
Hush.
Erin checks her phone and then looks up at her friend.
Wait — it isn’t Charlie.
I don’t recognize this number. It’s some guy named Will.
Answer it! Maybe you met someone HOT last night.
I would have remembered that — right?
Who cares?
Just answer it! I’m dying to know.
Erin stares at her phone.
Hey you. It’s Will.
Last night was amazing.
When can I see you again?
Erin looks up at Tiffany.
Oh, shit.
What is it?
I guess I DID meet someone last night.
Good. You go girl!
Not good.
I don’t remember it — not at all.
You know what they say.
What?
Foggy memory, clear conscience.
It doesn’t work that way at all.
I have a boyfriend!
Ugh. I can’t believe you’re still with him.
The dude has no sense of humor. Zero.
Tiffany winces at her own words.
They aren’t really true.
But that doesn’t mean that Charlie isn’t a good guy, right?
He has SOME sense of humor.
Ugh. When Charlie talks, it’s always about himself.
He talks about lots of things.
And yet you’re completely uninterested in any of them.
The two of you have nothing in common.
We do.
Like what?
Erin muses for a moment.
We both love food.
Oh! And do you both breathe oxygen too?
Match made in heaven.
I know you don’t like him but—
Kimmy doesn’t like him either.
Kimmy hates every guy I date.
Kimmy has excellent taste.
Erin snorts.
Have you seen her hair?
I love her hair. What color is it now?
Well, when I left on Thursday, it was green.
With purple highlights.
No telling what it is now.
She’s such a wild child.
It’s hard to believe the two of you came from the same womb.
Hey! I can be a wild child.
Hah!
You are a certified stick-in-the-mud.
No I’m not.
Erin’s phone buzzes again.
Are you going to answer that text?
It’s just some random guy.
A wild child would answer that text.
Maybe this guy is more interesting than Charlie.
You’re crazy. This guy could be an axe murderer for all we know.
Or a MIME.
There’s only one way to find out.
Tiffany waggles her brows.
And to find out what happened last night.
Erin sighs.
I know.
Talk to him.
And if you decide you don’t want him…
You can give him to me.
Erin’s phone buzzes again.
Hey. Are you there?
Am I texting too early?
We didn’t exactly set a time LOL
Um. Hi, Will.
So we agreed to text when we met last night?
You kind of insisted on it 😉
Something wrong?
Um…
I have a confession to make.
Uh oh.
It’s not too bad.
I hope.
All right…shoot.
I might have had too much to drink last night.
😂
Really? What a shock.
What do you mean?
We both had too much to drink.
Don’t you remember?
That’s kind of the point I’m making.
All right. What DO you remember?
Umm…
Seriously?
Nothing.
I’m crushed.
I’m sorry.
Why don’t you tell me what YOU remember?
Did I mention my fragile ego is crushed?
You’ve made it pretty clear.
Does it help that I really want to know?
Well, okay.
Thank you.
I remember lots of alcohol.
Lots of laughing.
Lots of dancing. Talking.
We’re both hardcore Game of Thrones fans, by the way.
Erin perks up.
I LOVE GOT!
I know. It’s awesome.
Anything else?
Such as?
Well?
Kissing?
Oh, my dear. It doth occur to me that I have you at an advantage.
You DOTH have me at an advantage? Egads.
😛
Would it be wrong to torture you a little?
It absolutely would.
Please tell me what we did.
All right. I’ll have mercy on you.
Nothing happened.
We both agreed that one night stands aren’t our thing.
But said we wanted to get to know each other better.
So we agreed to connect today via text.
You gave me your number.
I did?
Yup — you wrote it on my arm with a sharpie.
I had a sharpie?
I’m pretty sure you stole it from the bouncer.
And I WROTE on your arm?
I’m looking at it right now.
Your number and a smiley face.
A smiley face?
🙂
I’m not exactly a smiley face kind of gal.
Sometimes alcohol brings out our evil sides.
Evil?
You did use a sharpie.
That isn’t coming off for weeks.
LOL, sorry about that.
You said you wanted to make sure I didn’t lose your number.
You were ADAMANT that I text you today.
I must have liked you.
You did.
You were besotted.
Besotted? Or just sotted?
I’m pretty sure it was besotted 😉
Well, I’m not exactly a besotted kind of gal either.
It was probably me, then.
I’m adorable.
You must be, if I sharpied your arm.
So…what was it about me…
That caught your attention?
Let’s just say I walked into that bar…
And when I saw you, everyone else disappeared.
Really? I’m pretty average.
Are you kidding?
You’re gorgeous.
Hardly.
You are to me.
Your face.
Your rockin’ bod.
Your smile.
Your gorgeous hair.
My hair?
Really? Erin wonders.
Her hair is boring brown, styled in a page cut with bangs.
I love long hair.
Long? Erin fingers her short locks.
And it’s such a pretty color.
Umm…
Is that platinum blonde?
Oh. Shit.
Erin lowers her phone.
What’s wrong?
You’re not going to believe this.
What?
I think he’s texting a wrong number.
You’re shitting me.
I’m not.
He met someone at a bar. SHE gave him her number.
But it was a wrong number — a random number.
It was mine.
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