Happily Letter After by Vi Keeland EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Authors: Vi Keeland
- Language: English
- Genre: Romantic Comedy
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SADIE
Do: Tell your date how nice she looks.
Don’t: Tell your date how much she resembles your
ex-fiancée . . . but with a little more meat on her
bones.
This week’s article was an easy one. All I had to do was summarize the
time I’d spent with Austin Cobbledick last night. No, I’m not kidding. That
was actually his name—smart move going by Austin Cobb on Match.com.
Anyway, the name wasn’t the worst of it. The guy was just awful. I could
have written this week’s Do’s and Don’ts of Dating column on at least a half
dozen things the guy did wrong. Let’s see . . .
I stared unfocused at the computer monitor on my desk and tapped my
finger to my bottom lip, pondering the other choices.
Do: Close your mouth when you sneeze.
Don’t: Get food particles from the meal you just
chewed with your mouth open all over your date’s
Burberry coat. (Which, by the way, I dropped at the
cleaners this morning. I should send Cobbledick the
damn bill. No wonder there’s an “ex” in front of the
word “fiancée” when he says it.)
Though an article about getting sneezed on probably wouldn’t fly. The
twenty-one to twenty-eight-year-old demographic that reads Modern Miss
magazine tends to be a bit squeamish. Perhaps they’d be more interested in
another article about Cobbledick:
Do: Order a beer, soda, water, or glass of wine during
your date.
Don’t: Order a Shirley Temple and use it as a prop to
show off your ability to tie a knot in a cherry stem
when you’ve known a woman all of five minutes.
Total sleaze bucket.
My ruminations were interrupted by my coworker Devin coming to
deliver mail. She dropped a stack of envelopes in the in-box on the corner
of my desk and said, “Want Starbucks? I’m going on a run.”
Mind you, she still had an unfinished venti cup in her hand.
Devin was one of the fashion editors for the magazine. Yet sometimes,
when I looked at her, that made me scratch my head. Today she had on a
white baby-doll dress, silver sparkly sequin jacket, yellow rubber boots, and
a colorful scarf that wrapped around her neck and hung to almost the floor
. . . and it wasn’t even raining out. I bit my tongue. She had, after all, just
picked up my mail from the mail room and was now offering to go fetch me
coffee. I knew enough not to bite the hand that fed me. Plus, Devin was one
of my best friends.
I opened my desk drawer, dug my wallet out of my messy purse, and
pulled out a ten-dollar bill. “I’ll take a grande iced sugar-free vanilla latte
with soy milk. And yours is on me.”
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