Rosalie's eyes were wide, and she was laughing hard now. "Oh my gosh, Alice. I'm so sorry."
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing as well. "Girl, this is what I have to deal with. Like maybe dating in Florida was better. I don't remember all these losers in Florida."
"Girl, you weren't swiping when we were in Florida.” She shook her head. “Remember, you said you didn’t want to date any granddaddies?”
"I know, but still."
"So what did you say to him?"
"What do you mean what did I say to him?"
"What was your response?” She giggled. “What advice did you give him to his question, Do girls like a little bit of saliva in their mouth when French kissing?"
"Ew. Rosalie."
"What?" She laughed. "I'm going to tell you one thing, though, that I never thought I’d say."
"What's that?"
She lowered her voice and looked around. "Okay. You have to promise not to be grossed out."
"I guess. What is it?"
"So when Oliver comes—"
"Yeah?"
"I like to swallow."
I made a face. "Wait. What are you talking about?"
"When I'm giving him a blow job, I like to swallow. Is that weird?"
"Um, yes. That's gross." I made a face.
"Maybe it's because I love him, but it just really tastes like..." She bit down on her lower lip. "Okay. I'm not going to say that it tastes like champagne or anything. It does have this kind of salty taste, but it just makes me feel really connected and closer to him."
"Um, okay. TMI, Rosalie."
"I'm just saying, when you love someone, you want every part of them."
"I guess so." I sighed. "I mean, it's not even like I have that worry or concern right now. No one’s even in the running."
"Well, once we get our coffees… and they're on me, by the way." Rosalie gave me a look. "We can swipe, and I'll check out your profile to see if everything looks good."
"Sure," I said. "That'll be fun.
"And how's the job stuff going?" she asked.
"It's not really." I sighed. "I just have no clue what I want to do."
"Have you thought about going to some auditions?"
I shake my head. "No, because that won’t pay the bills. I'll be lucky if I… Rosalie?"
"What, girl?"
Rosalie was giving me a weird look. "Alice, you have to go for your dreams. Because if you don't, you'll never know if you can achieve them. Reach for the stars, and maybe you'll make it to the clouds."