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“When will you know?”
“We should have matches by tomorrow. Are you free to come in to discuss?”
“Just call my office.”
“Very good.”
I pointed at her belly. “When are you due?”
“In a week or two. My husband wants me to stop working, but I have so much to do.”
“Is this your first?”
Anabella laughed, “This is my third. I have a little boy, Lucas, and a little girl, Rebecca. I think this is it.”
“Congratulations. I hope that’s me in a few years.”
“If we do our job properly, it will be. Lots of our clients have gotten married and have children.”
“That’s what I hope for. I don’t plan on growing old alone.”
“Trust me; I’m sure we can match you with several men from our database.”
“Please let me know when you do.”
I stood, gesturing for her to stay seated. She had enough problems standing when I entered the office.
“Thanks. I can’t wait for this pregnancy to be over. My husband wants a fourth, but I’m putting my foot down.”
I shook her hand and headed out the door. I hoped they could match me and soon. The loneliness I used to crave was grating on me. I needed a lover and friends. I would start with the lover.
“Samantha, tell me about your hobbies?”
I was sitting at dinner with a man I had chosen from the matches Anabella had given me. His name was Kurt, and he was a stockbroker with Magellan in the financial district. I chose him because he reminded me of Austin. He was tall, handsome, and had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. The only problem was that he bored me to tears. I tried to seem interested in our conversation, but once he would ask me a question, it would end up gravitating to him.
“I don’t really have any hobbies.”
“I rock climb and ski. You really should try them both. I’m pretty good, too. I’ve been skiing since I was seven and my dad took me rock climbing when I was thirteen.”
He droned on and on. I felt like stabbing myself in the foot with a butter knife to get away, but instead, I patiently listened. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert, I politely declined, telling Kurt I was exhausted. I was supposed to pay the check since I had asked him, but he handed the waiter his credit card before I could fish mine out of my purse.
“Thank you. I would’ve paid.”
“I don’t allow women to pay for dinner, even if you did ask me.”
Outside, he hailed a cab for me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. Before I got into the car, he looked me in the eye.
“This didn’t work out, did it?”
“Was it that apparent?”
“We have no chemistry, but I would like to be your friend.”
I smiled. “I would like that. I don’t have many since I just moved here.”
“Let’s have lunch sometime. You have my number.”
“Great. I’ll talk to you soon.”
