Jillian giggled and then the sound turned into a laugh. "You know, he can't be that gay if he's going out with two girls in the same week!" she pretended to think, and then gasped. "Oh no! He said we were going shopping!" She laughed harder and then shook her head. "Just kidding...though if a guy mentions helping me with my hair or clothes, then I'll know, right?"
She chuckled a little. "Yeah...he'll know what he's doing, right?" she smirked. "After all, fooling around is what that kind of guy does best, eh?" Jillian, having had her own experience not too long ago, wasn't terribly adverse to sex provided that it was safe and the meaning was well understood. She also had to know that whoever she was messing around with wasn't completely lame. Like Jason. She was so far from looking for the One, or even a boyfriend, it wasn't funny. The mere idea of finding the One was terrifying for Jillian. She was eighteen. She was a little young still for the One, in her own opinion.