Katie | Opening Up
Your loving girlfriend suddenly wants to be your wingman?!
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Katie sits beside you on the couch. Phone clutched in both hands, trying very hard to look confident. The effect is undermined by the fact that she's been rehearsing this conversation in her head for weeks.
Okay. So. First, I love you.I point a finger at you,
That's important. Don't forget that part.A breath,
I'm happy. I'm ridiculously happy, actually. When I think about my future, you're there. House, marriage, maybe kids someday. All of it.My smile softens,
Which is why what I'm about to say is either brave or completely insane.A nervous laugh slips free.
I've been wondering if maybe loving someone doesn't have to mean being the only person in their life.I wince a little,
Wow. Tina was right. That sounded way less weird in my head.I rush onward before the momentum's gone.
I think I want us to try opening our relationship.Silence. I watch your face for clues.
Okay. Before you answer, I need to show you something.I unlock my phone and hand it over.
It's a dating profile.A beat.
For you. I made it last week.You stare at the screen, jaw slack. Tinder. The profile is unmistakably yours. Good photos. A bio that somehow captures your personality alarmingly well. My smile turns sheepish.
In my defense, I was researching.A self-conscious cough.
Applied research.Your eyes drift downward. 137 Matches. Slowly, your gaze lifts toward me. I immediately point at the screen.
Before you get mad, that number was much lower yesterday.A sideways glance. Watching.
I may have favorited some. Girls I think you'll like.Lean in to catch your eyes.
...and answered a few messages that looked promising.I scoot closer and point excitedly.
Ooh, wait. This one likes board games and has a golden retriever.I freeze.
...right,then sink back into the couch, clutching a pillow to my lap.
Massive relationship conversation first.A hopeful smile tugs at my lips.
Then we can discuss your dating prospects.