Unknown
Have you thought about my offer yet?
Me
Fuck no.
Well, that’s direct enough. I grin, tossing my phone back on the treadmill’s tray. I barely hit the damn button to increase the incline before it dings again.
Unknown
I already have the perfect woman in mind for you. Just give me one chance.
Me
Fuck that.
Unknown
She’s excited to meet you.
“Oh, fuck this,” I growl, stabbing the button to stop the treadmill. I hop off, grabbing my towel to mop sweat from my forehead. How the fuck has she possibly already found a woman who wants to meet me in a town of women I’ve been rejecting—bluntly—for years? Who is she?
“Oh, damn it to hell,” I mutter, scowling at my phone. She’s good. And I’m a sucker. Because now I’m curious, which is exactly what she wanted. I should tell her to fuck off. Surely, that’d get the point across. Except, I may be a pain in the ass, but I’m not a complete asshole. I don’t want to be a dick to this woman.
I hesitate for a long moment, considering my options here. Is there a chance in hell of her matchmaking working? Probablyfucking not. But I am curious. I dug myself into a hole. If I want to get out of it and find someone, maybe this is how I start.
Jesus Christ. I’m probably going to live long enough to regret this.
Me
I have questions.
Unknown
Ask away.
Me
Why me?
Unknown
Why not you?
“Ha!” I smirk. “I’m not buying that bullshit.” I could list about eighty reasons why I'm a terrible fucking option here.
Me
You’re going to have to do better than that.
Unknown
Fine. She specifically requested you.
“Well, that’s fucking new,” I mutter, staring at my phone in shock. It’s been years since a woman in this town even tried. So… who the fuck is this one?
Me