me feel special and beautiful and important in his life yet allows me to pursue and achieve my dreams. I want a man who is confident in his own skin, but not so much so that he’s an arrogant prick. I want a man who doesn’t smother me but who wants to be with me. I want a man with a sense of humor and a kind heart, one who loves his mother, and babies and puppies and, you sure you really want to know all this?
I roll onto my back and hold my phone out in front of me while I read her perfect man requirements.
Damn, she wants Prince Charming, and I’m pretty sure I’m not him.
Me -- Yes, continue, I’m already feeling pretty unworthy. You may as well twist the knife.
Her -- Okay, here’s the biggest thing, you ready?
Me -- As I’ll ever be, lay it on me.
Her -- I want a man who won’t try to change me.
Me -- I don’t know about all of the other requirements, but if this is your top priority, you may have found ‘the one’ because I’m not into changing people.
Her -- I wish you could see how big my smile is right now.
Me -- I do too. Speaking of seeing you, tell me what I will see when we meet.
Her -- Are you afraid you might be wasting your time with a troll, Emmett?
Me -- The thought never crossed my mind, I’m just curious. I’ll go first if that helps. As you know from my profile, I am six-foot tall, athletic, dark hair, gray eyes. What it doesn’t say is that my mother is Scottish, and my father is Italian, I favor my father in almost every way other than my eyes, those are my mother’s. If I remember correctly, you love Italian right?
Her -- I do love Italian, food that is, ha! You sound very handsome. Okay, I'll go now. I am five foot seven, long dark hair, big brown eyes, my father is white, and my mother was black. I’m in good shape, although I wouldn’t say I’m especially athletic. I run outside, and I try to get to the gym, but I have an erratic schedule. I do however have exceptionally pretty feet that I hope you’ll get to rub someday.
Me -- You sound beautiful. You should send me a picture of your feet.
Her -- I’d love to. What do you have planned for today now that it’s past midnight?
Me -- Nothing in particular, probably hang out with my daughter. Lazy days are scarce around here, so we take them seriously. Couch, television, pool, takeout food, and extreme lethargy. What are you up to?
Her -- Sounds like my kind of day. I have a little work to do, after that not sure.
Me -- Do you cook?
Her -- I’m no chef, but I can make a few things. I wouldn’t let you starve, I promise.
Me -- Thanks for that. I’m a good cook according to my daughter. I’m actually pretty domesticated, laundry, cleaning, cooking, DIY projects with my daughter. I do it all.
Her -- Having visuals of you and your daughter covered in glitter and mod podge.
Me -- Hasn’t happened yet, but now I’m thinking of covering you in mod podge and glitter.
Her -- So you want me sticky and shimmering? I can think of better ways than mod podge and glitter to achieve that effect.
Me -- Elaborate.
Her -- Well, sticky usually comes along with sweet, so how about whipped cream or honey? And I always shimmer when I sweat.
Me -- So I need to make you sweat and pour honey all over you? This DIY project is making me hot.
Her -- Yes, or syrup. Both are equally sticky and sweet. DIY can be very erotic, you know.
Me -- No, I didn’t, but I certainly do now.
Her -- Glad I was able to enlighten you ;)
Scarlet squirms under the covers next to me. I know from experience that it will only be a matter of minutes before she is snuggled up against me. As much as I don’t want to, I should probably wrap this up with Quinn.
Me -- I hate to be a party pooper, but I’ve got a beautiful girl in my bed that is just about to claim my chest as her pillow. I should probably go.
Her -- I hope she’s not the real-life interest that I’m in competition with because if she’s in your bed already, I think she’s won the
I roll onto my back and hold my phone out in front of me while I read her perfect man requirements.
Damn, she wants Prince Charming, and I’m pretty sure I’m not him.
Me -- Yes, continue, I’m already feeling pretty unworthy. You may as well twist the knife.
Her -- Okay, here’s the biggest thing, you ready?
Me -- As I’ll ever be, lay it on me.
Her -- I want a man who won’t try to change me.
Me -- I don’t know about all of the other requirements, but if this is your top priority, you may have found ‘the one’ because I’m not into changing people.
Her -- I wish you could see how big my smile is right now.
Me -- I do too. Speaking of seeing you, tell me what I will see when we meet.
Her -- Are you afraid you might be wasting your time with a troll, Emmett?
Me -- The thought never crossed my mind, I’m just curious. I’ll go first if that helps. As you know from my profile, I am six-foot tall, athletic, dark hair, gray eyes. What it doesn’t say is that my mother is Scottish, and my father is Italian, I favor my father in almost every way other than my eyes, those are my mother’s. If I remember correctly, you love Italian right?
Her -- I do love Italian, food that is, ha! You sound very handsome. Okay, I'll go now. I am five foot seven, long dark hair, big brown eyes, my father is white, and my mother was black. I’m in good shape, although I wouldn’t say I’m especially athletic. I run outside, and I try to get to the gym, but I have an erratic schedule. I do however have exceptionally pretty feet that I hope you’ll get to rub someday.
Me -- You sound beautiful. You should send me a picture of your feet.
Her -- I’d love to. What do you have planned for today now that it’s past midnight?
Me -- Nothing in particular, probably hang out with my daughter. Lazy days are scarce around here, so we take them seriously. Couch, television, pool, takeout food, and extreme lethargy. What are you up to?
Her -- Sounds like my kind of day. I have a little work to do, after that not sure.
Me -- Do you cook?
Her -- I’m no chef, but I can make a few things. I wouldn’t let you starve, I promise.
Me -- Thanks for that. I’m a good cook according to my daughter. I’m actually pretty domesticated, laundry, cleaning, cooking, DIY projects with my daughter. I do it all.
Her -- Having visuals of you and your daughter covered in glitter and mod podge.
Me -- Hasn’t happened yet, but now I’m thinking of covering you in mod podge and glitter.
Her -- So you want me sticky and shimmering? I can think of better ways than mod podge and glitter to achieve that effect.
Me -- Elaborate.
Her -- Well, sticky usually comes along with sweet, so how about whipped cream or honey? And I always shimmer when I sweat.
Me -- So I need to make you sweat and pour honey all over you? This DIY project is making me hot.
Her -- Yes, or syrup. Both are equally sticky and sweet. DIY can be very erotic, you know.
Me -- No, I didn’t, but I certainly do now.
Her -- Glad I was able to enlighten you ;)
Scarlet squirms under the covers next to me. I know from experience that it will only be a matter of minutes before she is snuggled up against me. As much as I don’t want to, I should probably wrap this up with Quinn.
Me -- I hate to be a party pooper, but I’ve got a beautiful girl in my bed that is just about to claim my chest as her pillow. I should probably go.
Her -- I hope she’s not the real-life interest that I’m in competition with because if she’s in your bed already, I think she’s won the
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