And Her Name Was Jessica Jones

Let's say Jessica is bi

"Don't you see, Rob! This is your chance!" Dave yelled, shaking my shoulders.

"Chance for what, Dave? To get rejected?" I shoved my turkey sandwich in my mouth.

"You're not gonna get rejected! You and Jessica would be a total power couple!"

"She likes boys, Dave."

"I'm telling you she's bi, man."

"On what basis?"

"On the basis that you two would be a total power couple! Also, have you seen the way she looks at the cheerleaders and the gymnastics girls? There's no way she's straight. She's probably just not out yet."

"Ok, let's say Jessica is bi, which she's not," Dave stuck his tongue out at me, "Have you seen her type? She only dates brain dead athletes. She's never dated or even expressed interest in anyone who does their own homework or reads for fun or has piercings or..."

"Rambles on and on?" Dave teased.

"Exactly."

"But. She did express interest in you. She liked your nose ring."

"Only cause she wants one."

"And she introduced herself."
"She does that at every seat change."

Dave let out a long sigh, "You're impossible, Robbie."