No way! Err... maybe?

I scoffed. Like I was going to meet him at his place right away. I’m 25 years old. I knew better. Or at least, that’s what I’d like to tell you. But the truth is, I’ve been itching to play some games, and he had good vibes, so I entertained the thought.

“Hmm. I think that might be kind of one-sided and not fun for you. Maybe Mario Party or Mario Kart instead?” I asked.

“Why would it be one-sided?” he asked.

I grinned, thinking back to how I was undefeated in college with Peach. Granted, it had been a long time since I’d played, but I was still confident that I could crush anyone except the pros.

“Because I’m really good. You’d have no chance, sorry. But I’d be happy to play something else with you,” I replied.

In a way, I guess I was almost baiting him into a challenge. There aren’t many guys out there that would just accept that a petite little blonde girl could play at their level or better. And they wouldn’t be wrong. Most girls can’t. But I was a natural.

Naturally, of course, he didn’t believe me.

“I doubt it. Want to bet?” Josh asked.