“Did you break up because you had to move here?” Bette asked me softly, playing with my fingers.

“Oh no, we broke up a couple of months before I left.”

“What was she like?”

“Her name was Sharon and she was great. She was really warm and friendly, open-minded and very helpful. She’s the greatest friend you can imagine. But that was it: she was a good friend. I had confused those feelings with romantic feelings. She was also a bit too helpful. She couldn’t walk past a beggar without giving him her sandwich or some money, she would always help everyone in class out even when it was last minute and she really couldn’t fit it into her schedule, but they never did anything bad. When we were out as a couple, I knew they were talking behind her back and they’d still ask for her help and she’d still do it, even though she knew what they said about her. She just desperately wanted to feel loved, she wanted to be appreciated. She’s got a hard relationship with her mom. She also did a lot of voluntary work. That took a lot of her time. I was getting sick of feeling like she put everything and everyone before me. I can’t count the dates she missed, the dates she cancelled because this stupid guy needed her to finish his science project…”

“Wow, she sounds like a hectic girl. Was she cute?”

I smiled. “Yeah. She had beautiful long, black hair and the most amazing emerald eyes. She was a bit too thin, though. But very fuckable. What about your girlfriends?”

“Oh, well, nothing special. I’ve had all kinds of girlfriends.”

“So you basically dated every girl that would have you?” I asked playfully.

Bette laughed. “No. Only the cute ones who weren’t batshit crazy. I had one who was completely nuts – Jodi Lerner – man, she was something else. She was so jealous and manipulative, I don’t even know how I lasted five weeks. I also dated Alice a while back, but she was crazy in a nice way?”

I laughed so hard I could barely get air. Bette smiled at first, but then stopped understanding what the hell was so damn funny. “I’m sorry,” I said after a while. “J-just… the idea of the two of you together… it’s too much.”

“Well, that’s very nice of you,” Bette said with a sour look on her face. She was so damn cute I wanted to hold her and never give her away again. After a while, I could go for a second without laughing again.

“So,” I said. “You only date cute girls. Are there any cute girls you would like to date around these days?”

“Yeah.”

My heart dropped and stopped beating. Why did I even have to ask her? I swallowed and looked away. “Who?” I asked.

“I’m looking at her right now,” Bette said very softly. I turned around in surprise and happiness. I shouldn’t have been surprised, she so obvious, but still. It was nice, very nice.

“So you think I’m cute and you’d like to date me?” I got it out in the open. I could never ever blame myself for not trying.

“No,” Bette bit her lip, looked down at her fingers. 

Huh. What the beep? What the double beep? Oh crap. WHYTHEHELLDOTHESEKINDOFTHINGSALWAYSHAPPENTOME?

Bette looked up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think you’re amazingly beautiful and I would love to date you more than anything in the world.”

“Okay, that’s settled then,” I smiled broadly. “Let’s date!”