Dezzie:I think you’re forgetting you have a baby under the age of two, so that’s not possible
Alyssa:Immaculate conception
Dezzie:Wish that would work for me. I am so tired of having sex with rob for the purpose of procreation. If it doesn’t work soon I’m buying a turkey baster
Alyssa:It’ll happen
Molly:Keep trying!!! I need a mini dez
Alyssa:Or a mini Rob
Dezzie:LOL. An infant shuffling around in dockers and a concert tee from 2006? Can’t wait
Molly:At least you HAVE a rob. Honestly you guys, this trip has me wondering why all my best relationships are sexual
Molly:Like, seb is nice and I enjoy his company in small to medium increments but mainly he’s hot and we have amazing chemistry
Molly:I’m bored
Dezzie:I can answer that
Molly:Oh good
Dezzie:CUZ YOU AVOID DATING ANYONE YOU ACTUALLY LIKE
Alyssa:Not to mention when you accidentally do like them you break up with them immediately
I try to think of a sassy reply, but my text box is overridden by an incoming call. From, of all people, Seth Rubenstein.
I haven’t spoken to him since we saw each other in Los Angeles. I have, however, spent a generous amount of time spying on him and his beautiful girlfriend on Instagram.
“Hello?” I say.
“Molly McMarks?”
“Speaking.”
He chuckles. My mouth curves into a smile I can’t hold back. I love the sound of his laugh.
“How the hell are ya?” His voice is ever so slightly soft around the consonants. Like he’s tipsy.
“I’m a seven point five out of ten. Maybe even an eight.”
“That’s like a sixteen for a normal person.”
“Sure is.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m in Mexico actually. Drinking margs in front of an infinity pool with a view of the ocean.”
“For real, buddy?”
“For real, buddy.”
“God, I’m jealous.”
“Chicago’s permanent winter got you down?”
