Since The Brother was home this past weekend, I showed him my house, staying longer than necessary to talk with The Realtor. After we left to catch our movie, The Brother said to me, “Molly, so are you like, friends with that guy?”

“Huh? I mean, yeah, I guess we’re buds.”

“You should date him.”

Excuse me? I should date him? The Brother has never said those words to me. He listens when I need to talk about dating/boyfriends/crushes but he will only rarely give me advice and it’s never that blunt. He’s too chill to take an active interest. And of all the freaking dudes, ones who would treat me well or ones who show interest or ones who buy my siblings birthday shots at the bar, The Brother picks that guy. Interesting.

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