later, I was perched on a kitchen stool while Erin rummaged in her freezer.
“So, spill,” she said, shoving a pint and a bottle of chocolate sauce in my direction. “Did she look like her pictures, or was this a catfish situation?”
“Hey, you busy?”
“Yeah, she did. I actually thought it might be a good night at first.”
Erin handed me a bowl, loaded with chocolate continue reading …