Good Text by Deana Farrady

He’s Rafail Slutsky, Olympic medalist. Women drool over his ripped body. He helps charities. He’s a god in a man suit. I’m Cecily Spangler, geek. I snark. I draw. I huddle in my shell like a turtle. Nobody has ever heard of me. Do I need to spell out how wrong we are for each other?
Luckily, I’m done with fantasies of celebrities I have no hope of ever meeting. On New Year’s Eve, I resolve to flirt with the nerdy guy I’ve been crushing on over on my favorite forum. I know nothing about him, but I just have this feeling we have a lot in common.
And then, joy of joys, he messages me back. Before I know it, I’m in deeper than I ever expected. The connection between us SIZZLES. I only hope that if we ever meet in person, I’ll live up to his imaginings.

One small problem: he just sent me a text. He wants to meet me. Now. I figure the worst that can happen is that we have no chemistry, right? Wrong…because there’s a lot more to this nerd than I ever dreamed…