Page 2 of Manny for the Alien
On my way to the living room, I remembered my phone and grabbed it, swiping it open toAlien Matesto see what new nonsense my match was sending me.
I paused when I saw the message though and it took me a minute to realize that it was from someone else.
Thank you for matching with me. I see that you enjoy cooking.
Huh. Someone who had actually read my profile and was trying to start a conversation. That was always nice.
I swiped to his profile, walking into the living room to get comfy on the couch while I looked at him.
Hyacinth.I remembered him. A pretty blue skinned alien with what looked like wings behind him. It was hard to tell. He’d only put up one picture and it was a bit dark, but I rememberedhis profile; Planet Sanctity, six-foot-three, anesthesiologist, single dad...
I practically ran back to the chat, quickly replying because I’d already left him on read for a few minutes and I definitely didn’t want him to think I wasn’t interested because I was. A tall, sexy single dad who worked in healthcare?! Sign me up even if he had a pumpkin dick!
I love to cook. What’s your fav meal?
There is a dish from my home planet I have been fantasizing about.
His reply came instantly, and I grinned. I could only imagine what it would be.
Do you know the recipe? Maybe I can make it for you.
The flirtation banter at the start was always my favorite. I was on the edge of my seat, waiting to see if he was interested enough to set a proper date.
I don’t know if Earth has the ingredients...
To be honest, much of Earth’s food is very bland...
Oh. Damn. Either he didn’t get that I was flirting or he just wanted to chat, but I couldn’t help but try again.
Can you describe it? Maybe I can come up with something similar.
It is a grain dish, filled with large nuts and steamed in the leaves of a common tree back home.
Huh... okay, maybe I couldn’t help with that. I didn’t think I’d tried anything quitethatexotic. I’d been hoping it would be something closer to Italian food.
I should let you go sleep now. You must have work in the morning as most humans do.
Jesus. This guy was a bit on the dry side. I knew there was a cultural difference though, and Ididn’thave anything to wake up for, so I tried to keep the conversation going if only for a bit longer.
No, I am looking for work at the moment.
It took him a minute to reply while I chewed my fingernails in anticipation.
What are you looking for?
Literally anything.
I’m this close to losing my apartment. Got let go from my job almost four months ago but can’t find anything else.
What are your qualifications?
I laughed out loud at the turn of the conversation.Who was this guy?
Why? Do you have a position for me?
I paused, realizing how it sounded, but just as I was frantically typing that I wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy, he sent another message through.
Possibly. I have been searching for someone to take a position in my home but am having very little luck. Are you good with children?
