“Yeah, I’m there, Wyatt,” I let out a slow breath, “It’s okay, I know you guys didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Yeah, well, Josie…there’s kind of a little bit more. You, uh, had the Mix n Match setting enabled, so you got matched in there. With two guys.”
I almost let out a bark of hysterical laughter. I can’t believe this. Of all the things that could have possibly gone wrong, once again, my app has surprised me with a scenario I’d never conjured in my wildest dreams.
“I can cancel it and we can come up with some sort of apology letter to send to the matches,” Wyatt says, “I mean, we have an error message, we can just sort of tweak it for this scenario.”
I’m tempted to say yes, to let Wyatt get me out of this, but a tiny voice in the back of my mind nags me for being a hypocrite. I’d put Sofia into a situation like this, despite knowing how much it scared her to date again, and it felt cowardly as hell to push her into something I’m too scared to do myself.
And besides, maybe it would be good for me to get out a little. With my focus on the project, I kind of hadn’t had much of a social life outside of spending time with Sofia lately.
It wasn’t like I had just hung myself up on the shelf to be some old maid after Toby died or anything, I just hadn’t been able to muster the interest in anyone else. The best way I’d found to describe it was simply that I’d already won the jackpot, so buying lottery tickets now just felt like a waste. After all, what were the chances that I’d ever win again?
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t lonely sometimes. Maybe it would be good for me to meet some new people, and it’s not like I have to commit to anything beyond one evening.
“No, Wyatt, you know what? Just go ahead and leave it.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. It’ll give me the chance to check out the full experience for myself.”
“I mean, if you’re sure…”
“I’m sure. And try not to worry too much about it, all right? Shit happens. Remember the business cards I printed?”
I’d mistakenly ordered a massive batch of business cards for “MysteryMath” instead of “MysteryMatch” a few weeks ago, and the jokes were still ongoing.
Wyatt chuckles. “Yeah. Well, thanks, Boss. I’m glad it worked out, I guess.”
We hang up, and I turn to Sofia, who’s waited patiently this whole time with a worried expression plastered on her face.
I take a deep breath and tell her, “So…I think karma just bit me square in the ass.”