MADDIE
Takinganother sip of my iced mocha, I glare at my phone as it sits on the counter mocking me.
Another Saturday night spent working alone because it seems that every one of my employees has more of a life than I do.
“Fine!” I slam my cup down and pick up my phone. My finger hovers over the screen, but I hesitate. “Gah! What am I doing?!” I set the phone back down.
I’m not gonna cry. I’m not gonna cry!
Closing my eyes, I take a slow inhale through my nose, letting the coffee-scented air calm me.
Another slow breath in. Find my happy place.
I know why I’m doing this. I’m doing this because I’m lonely. Because I want to have someone special in my life. Someone to care about me. And hug me. And maybe even touch my vagina. With their face.
And I’m doing this because after that engagement party last weekend I now have barely a month to find a date for my best friend’s wedding.
Blowing out my exhale, I open my eyes – and before I can second-guess myself, for the hundredth time – I pick my phone back up and click the button. Activating my dating profile.
Panic swamps over me.
Oh god. Oh god.
I drop the phone back on the counter and begin to pace.
What was I thinking?! I’m not prepared for dating apps!
*Ding*
Hands clenched in front of my chest, I lean over the phone, reading the notification at the top of my screen.
You have a match.