Zach: I am, but only because I’m already in bed…naked.
Me: Oh I wish I were there.
Zach: You want to be in bed naked with me? I like where this is going, Delia.
Me: I want to be in MY bed naked.
Zach: That doesn’t sound nearly as fun.
Me: It is for me. ;-)
Me: We can be honest with each other, right?
Zach: I hope so.
Me: Did you expect this wrong number to turn out like it has?
Zach: You mean did I anticipate a virtual stranger texting me at random hours demanding I help her make decisions about what SHE wants to eat? Or sharing her rambling thoughts? Or her continually trying to sext with me? OR what about me buying a baby goat because said stranger wouldn’t shut up about how adorable they are and then I spent hours on Google watching videos of these precious angels and it turned into a weird obsession until I bought one.
Zach: All of that?
Me: I think you’ve summed up our relationship perfectly.
Zach: No, Delia, I didn’t expect all that out of a wrong number.
Me: Are you glad it happened?
Zach: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT
Zach: This adorable pint-size goat ate my favorite pair of shoes. I kind of hate you right now.
Zach: Yes…he said begrudgingly.
Me: Oh stop. I’m blushing.
Me: Honestly, though…it’s not weird?
Zach: Nah. Well, sort of. But nah.
Me: You make so much sense.
Zach: I know.
Me: Sigh. I’m supposed be productive right now but I can’t shut my brain off.
Zach: So you’re saying I’M on your mind? *wink*
Me: UGHHHHH.
Me: I keep digging my hole deeper with you.
Me: I SWEAR, if you make ONE friggin’ hole joke…
Zach: What are you going to do? Yell at me via text? I’m shaking in my boots.
Me: I will find you.
Zach: Let me guess, you have a very particular set of skills?
