How To Play The Game.

four - lily

No less than 24 hours after breaking up with Boyfriend 26 I sat down at a bar and met who I think could potentially be Boyfriend 27.

He wasn't like the type of guy that I normally date. He was quite the opposite, actually, but something about him was really interesting to me. I must have been interesting to him, too. He recognized me, at least, and that's always the first step when it comes to me getting new boyfriends.

He was cute and funny and only made a stupid comment about his dick once (or maybe twice, I don't remember). I actually might have asked him about his dick, so it's okay.

It doesn't matter that he's not one of the rich boys that I usually date. I think I need a change, I need to stop going out with guys that end up cheating on me or are bad at sex. And trust me, that happens a lot. Sometimes the guys that I date are bad at sex and they still end up cheating on me, but that's something that I'll have to get into at another time.

I really liked my-almost-Boyfriend-27. But he left so fast last night that I didn't get a chance to give him my number or get his, which made me feel very unaccomplished and unwanted because boys always ask me my number.

But it's okay, guys, it's okay. I'm going to track my Boyfriend 27 down and make sure that he asks for my number. Or I can ask for his number. Either way, I can send him cute texts with the sparkly pink heart emoji.

He's cute, I'm even cuter. We'll make cute kids.

The only downside is that my brother probably has a weird crush on him. He always tries to make friends with my boyfriends. He did it with #19, #22, and #25.

I guess that's a good thing, though. It means that I pick good boyfriends, right?

Lily submitted her blog post and then locked her phone again, putting it back into her purse. She slid across the backseat of the car, yelling a quick thank you to her driver before getting out.

She walked into the building, needing to take a minute to look around and find the elevator. This building was nothing like where Lily lived, it wasn't nearly as fancy as her apartment. Lily eventually found the elevator and went up to the 5th floor.

After she went up to the right floor Lily practically skipped down the hallway, ending up at what she hoped was the right door. She knocked a few times, pulling out her phone again and making sure that her hair looked okay as she waited for someone to answer.

"Uh, hi?" A deep voice asked, and that's when Lily looked up and realized that the door had opened a few seconds before and there was someone staring at her.

"Hi!" Lily looked up and smiled, putting her phone away again. The guy staring at her wasn't Michael, but he was cute.

"H-Hey, who are you?" The guy asked, leaning up against the doorframe. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, giving Lily a puzzled look.

"I'm - "

"Oh, wait!" The guy interrupted her, standing up straight. Lily pouted, she was usually the one that interrupted people. "You're Lily Hemmings, I know who you are!"

"Oh, you know who I am?" Lily asked, tucking some hair behind her ear. She always loved when people recognized her in public.

"Yeah, your mom is that fashion designer and your dad owns all of those chain restaurants." The guy said, although he still looked confused as to why Lily was standing there.

"Uh huh." Lily nodded. "And my brother models sometimes, but most of the time he just helps me shop."

"Awesome." The guy laughed nervously, fixing his hair again. "So, um, what are you doing here?"