"Josie, it's Ezra. I—"
"The sheer number of times you've called the Heartbreak Hotline is both astounding and severely concerning."
"Oh. It's you. I liked Josie, you know. She was really nice."
"Not my problem, Ezra. Were you even going to date her?"
"Probably not. I usually just hook up with them and then leave."
"You're a fuckboy?"
"I can hear the judgement in your voice."
"I repeat: you're a fuckboy?"
"'Fuckboy' is such a strong word. I prefer to use 'boy who enjoys sex'."
"'Asshole' is such a strong word. I prefer to use 'Ezra'."
"Well-played."
"So you admit that you are a fuckboy."
"It's none of that heartbreaker bullshit. I make sure the girls know what they're getting into. It's a mutual agreement, Nika."
"If you're that kind of person, then you have to be vaguely attractive to girls."
"'Vaguely' is a bit of an understatement."
"Then why are you getting rejected left and right?"
"It's proportional. I meet about fifty girls a month, and I ask out all of them at some point. I get rejected by about one out of fifty, which means I have a two percent failure rate. Pretty low."
"It's a little sad that you've calculated this before, Ezra. I'm starting to wonder what you're doing with your life."
"Yeah, you and me both, Nika."
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"Okay, damn. See you later, Nika. I mean, hopefully not, but you know."
YOU ARE READING
Heartbreak Hotline
Short Story❝I... I got rejected?❞ ❝Yeah, and now I can see why.❞ Ezra Remme starts getting rejected by girls when they learn about his hook-up tactics. And rejection hotline operator Nika Ivashkov is here as the messenger.
