Dixie picked her wine glass up from the coffee table, "Oh no, Wyatt and I aren't dating."
"Oh, I just assumed..." Marie replied, "I mean y'all have been going out several times a week for a couple months now."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we're dating. We're just hanging out. He's too cowboy for me, even if he is nice."
Marie leaned forward and asked, "what do you mean, nice?"
"You know, he always opens doors for me, he tells me I'm sexy, he takes my arm in his, and he refuses to let me pay. That kind of stuff."
Marie chuckled, "GIRL! Everyone saw y'all all lip-locked in the bar parking lot last night!"
Dixie put the wine glass to her lips, threw her head back, and thought, son of a biscuit eater, I'm dating Wyatt!
(Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. If they weren't coincidental, all names would have been changed, and I still wouldn't have a clue if we're dating or not.
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