Dumber is better. Bimbo is better.
I woke up lying next to Mitchel, my newest boyfriend. By newest, of course, I mean first. Mitchel was the first guy that I'd ever been able to get interested in. I may be good looking, but that doesn't make up for lack of social skills. Sure, I've been on many first dates, and matches on Tinder aren't rare, that's actually where I met Mitchel, but they usually don't ask for a second date, just to hook up and forget. I'm used to it, and to tell you the truth, I'm okay with it. I'm 22, so now's the time for me to experiment sexually before I grow old and die, and some of the guys were pretty attractive with nice - *The doorbell chimes interrupting my thoughts*
Looking over at Mitchel, I see he isn't disturbed in the slightest by the doorbell.
"Alright, fine." I say to, not really to anyone. I put on the nearest pair of black leggings and my purple sports bra before heading towards the door. I looked through the window and saw a delivery driver at the door. We were at my apartment, so I opened up the door and signed for the package. It was addressed to me, but as far as I can remember, I didn't buy any packages recently. It was an Amazon box, so I'm sure I just pressed one-click and bought something by accident. It's always exciting to get something surprising in the mail. I grab a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and start to open up the package. There's a note on it addressed to "Bambi."
"That's odd" I don't know anyone, and I especially don't have any friends, named Bambi. Nor should their packages be getting sent to my apartment. I pulled out the rest of the package to see what it was. It was addressed to me, of course, and Bambi did sound awfully familiar. Maybe she does know her..