Page 13 of Everything's Coming Up Rosie

What if I’m making a terrible mistake? What exactly will they want me to do on a creative team? Yeah, I took directing classes in college, but I’ve never actually done it. Assisting someone couldbe a great learning experience, though. Maybe that’s my new job. Why didn’t I ask more questions?

Oh, right. Because I’m desperate.

Maya leans her face forward between the front seats of the SUV and smiles at me. “I made you a dating profile.”

I spin around and look at her. “You did what?”

“I don’t like the thought of you being alone in Door County,” she says, sitting back. “Or in New York. Or anywhere, for that matter.”

“And you think I need a guy?” I fake scoff. “I’m a strong, fierce, independent woman.”

“Right, but you’re not getting any younger, so I made you a dating profile.” She reaches forward and clicks her perfectly manicured nail on my phone three times.

“Again with this,” Marnie groans. “We’re not old, Maya.” She pushes Maya out of the way and sticks her face between the seats. “Ever since she and Matty started dating, she’s convinced that nobody can be truly happy if they’re not in a relationship. I tried to tell her that I’m a career girl and I’m perfectly content, but guess what?”

I wince. “She made you a profile too?”

“She made me a profile too.” Marnie rolls her eyes and slumps back in her seat.

Maya swipes around on her phone, then hands it to me, revealing Marnie’s profile. “I’m very good at making them. And since I’m officially off the market, it’s my job.”

“Well, in that case, you’re fired,” I quip.

I click through the photos Maya has added to the profile. “Marnie, you look hot! What is this picture from?”

“Class reunion,” Maya says, then teasing, she adds, “The one you didn’t come home for.”

Now I’m the one who groans. I’d bailed on them.

“The life of a career girl,” Marnie says sympathetically.

More like the life of a broke girl, I think but don’t say.

“I did switch your location to Milwaukee, Mar.” Maya takes the phone back from me. “You might want to give the most recent matches a look before you just write them off. I mean, do you really want to miss out on this?” She holds up the phone to reveal the photo of a very attractive, outdoorsy-looking man.

My eyes widen. “Whoa. How is that man single? He looks like if Old Spice were a person.”

Taylor and I both laugh, but Marnie doesn’t crack a smile. “I think dating apps are stupid,” she says. “And sleazy.”

“I met Matty on an app,” Maya says.

“We went to high school with Matty,” Taylor says, not turning back to look at her.

Maya shakes her head. “I mean Ire-met him on an app. We didn’t really know each other in high school. He was older, and I was—”

“Dating Troy,” I say in a singsong.

After a beat, there’s a collective “Troyyyy...!” from all of us at the memory of Maya’s high school boyfriend, the one who didn’t seem to believe in bathing or washing his hair.

Maya rolls her eyes. “It was a phase.”

“He smelled like a boy’s dorm room.” I scrunch my face. “Dirty clothes and...”

“Weed,” Taylor supplies.

“Whatever!” Maya protests. “I thought he was hot. He was in a band.”

“What was the name of his band?” Taylor asks over her shoulder.

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