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it. Anyway, I think it’s adorable.” She pinched my cheek. “So, do I hear this right? You’re going to start dating?”
    I shrugged. “Why not? Maybe that’ll help me un-jam.”
    She shimmied her shoulders as we approached the bar. “Oh, I’m sure you can find someone to help you un-jam .”
    “Man, you’re on a roll.” I pulled open the door for her.
    “Well, you keep setting me up,’ she said with a shrug. “So, what, are you going to get on Tinder and just look for a sausage stack?”
    “When you say it like that, how could I not?” Nothing about the statement was enthusiastic.
    She rolled her eyes as we walked through the bar. “I don’t know, Rose. I skipped the whole dating thing. I just know it’s impossible to meet people in New York, so online dating makes sense, even if it’s like the Wild West.”
    I waved at Shelby as we passed, pointing to the back tables. “I’m a bartender, so it’s not like I don’t get hit on, but it’s too close to home or something. I don’t want someone to know where I work before our first date, you know? Like, what if he’s a creep? Then he can stalk me at work where I can’t get away from him.”
    “Fair enough. All right, so no one who goes to Habits. So … Tinder?” she asked hopefully.
    I laughed as we sat in a high booth in the back. “Maybe. OKCupid? Ugh, I don’t know. The whole thing makes me twitchy.”
    Her face lit up and she shook my forearm. “Download the app and let’s troll for boys.”
    “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
    “Stop being a baby. It’s not like you’re agreeing to the sanctity of holy matrimony. If nothing else, just get some play.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Some play? What are you, a dude from the 90s?”
    She ignored me. “Just set up a profile so we can look and see. Look, you don’t even have to answer any of them.”
    “Obviously. But by even having the profile, I’m basically asking for dick pics and creepy propositions.”
    “Welcome to dating. Come on. Just download the app and let’s window shop.”
    I sighed. “I need a drink for this.”
    She grinned and slipped out of the booth. “Done. That app better be on your phone by the time I get back, or I’m holding your whiskey hostage.”
    “Bossy.”
    “Wuss.”
    I had a stanky look on my face as I waited for the app to download, and I’m pretty sure it got even uglier when I opened it.
    Welcome to OKCupid. Choose your username.
    Whiskey Rose9er. Dread crept in, followed by trepidation as my fight or flight kicked in, but I forged on, motivated by whiskey.  
    I’m not proud. It had been that shitty of a day.  
    I went through the signup process, and by the time Lily came back, I only had the horrible task of choosing a photo left to undertake.
    Lily set down our drinks as she slid in next to me, craning her neck to see my screen. “Oooh, profile pic. What are you going to use?”
    “I don’t know. You decide.”
    She grabbed my phone. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She opened my photos, and I picked up my drink to take a long swig. “This one. It’s slutty and classy. Perfect do-me eyes to cleavage ratio.” She handed the phone back to me.
    I sighed. “All right. Now what?”
    “Now, we search!” She was full-on grinning.
    “You are way too excited about this.” I chose from the search options, and we waited— me nervously, Lily was bouncing — while it pulled up matches. The screen filled with a long line of hotter guys than I’d prepared myself for.  
    Lily blinked. “Wow. I’m actually kind of impressed.”
    “This is how annoying it is to meet someone. We all have to resort to a catalog.” I swiped through the list.  
    She pointed at one. “What about that one? TylerStack88 ?”
    “Too ‘bro.’” I swiped again.
    “Oh, my God. SacredSnake ? Please tell me that’s not a reference to his dick.”
    I looked closer at the photo. “Based on his jizzed up bathroom mirror, I’m going with probably.”