Page 36 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance
“Uh, I do have a few more potential matches. Do you
want to hear about them?”
“I don’t know why it didn’t work out last night,” Steph
says. I can tell she’s pretty lost in her own thoughts, so I shut
up and let her continue. “He was nice. Really. He was perfect.
You were right. I got the vibe that he wouldn’t have cared
about the money at all. He was good looking. Nice. Easy to
talk to. He seemed really interesting. I guess maybe I’m
looking for that spark that everyone talks about. It wasn’t
there. Is that real, do you think? I can’t hon
estly say that I’ve
ever really felt it with anyone. Maybe it doesn’t really exist.
Maybe I’m being too picky. Maybe the right person just isn’t
out there and I’ll have to settle for someone my parents dredge
up and it will be a horrible, painful existence.”
“On that note, I think we need a drink. Unfortunately,
they don’t serve whisky, but I can promise a really, really good
latte, frap, or good old regular coffee. Or tea. Or they make
this amazing iced tea drink.”
“Sure. One of those sounds good. Just whatever you
think is best.”
“Okay. Coming right up. They use locally grown teas
as much as possible around here, and it’s all organic.”
“That’s amazing.” Steph digs for her wallet, but I wave
her off.
“My treat.”
“But you’re already meeting with me today. I feel…
really bad about last night. Like it’s my fault that it didn’t
work out. No, it is my fault.”
“I don’t think it’s a matter of fault. You can’t force
