We’re discussing Aaron’s new boyfriend, and for some reason, I feel comfortable enough to make Aaron feel better about his situation because mine is worse.
“Well, get this.”
I finish my mouthful.
“You want to hear lame? I’m dating a guy I’ve crushed on since I was thirteen years old. A football star who was only interested in me after he injured himself. We had a few great months together, but then he dove into some kind of life crisis.”
I sip my beer.
“He doesn’t know what he wants to do outside of football. He’s unemployed with no prospects. He lives in his parents’ garage and just recently wrote his car off.”
I shake my head in disgust and pull my phone out of my bag.
“He wouldn’t move here with me because he doesn’t like busy cities. He didn’t call me this morning to wish me luc
