My books contain banter between brothers and dating disaster discussions. Below is an excerpt from a scene in one of my manuscripts:
“Hey, Dusty, how was your hot date last night?” I asked with raised eyebrows and a playful smile.
He shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. “What a bust. This smoking hot girl caught me after practice last week and invited me to come over to her apartment complex and soak in her hot tub. She told me to bring some of my teammates along to hang out with her roommates. My buddies and I were jazzed about the prospect of a pool party with cute college girls. But it turned out the girls were more interested in our muscles than our minds. They needed some furniture moved and thought that strong athletes would be perfect for the job. They were just looking for free manual labor. It was more a service project than a date. We were played big time!”
We all laughed about how Dustin had been bamboozled by a pretty face.
“I felt so used. They just wanted my body,” Dustin joked.
“I had a similar experience in college,” Collin said. “Only she wanted my brain, not my body. She invited me to come over for homemade pie. But while we were eating, she kept dropping hints about her computer problems, hoping that I’d volunteer to fix them. I played dumb, though, and didn’t take the bait. I wanted to see what she would do. She finally batted her eyelashes and asked outright for my help. I fixed her computer and then never heard from her again.”
“Ouch!” Dustin said.
“Well, it all worked out in the end. She had a cute roommate who asked me out afterward. Plus, word of my computer wizardry spread far and wide and I was inundated by offers of baked goods all semester. It’s a good thing I have a fast metabolism. It was a great way to meet girls and get fed.”
We all chuckled. Leave it to Collin to make lemonade out of lemons.
