Page 39 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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years and when it ended, I guess I was pretty upset. It’s been

over a year and I haven’t been in a hurry to get into another

one. Or go on dates. I haven’t met anyone since Shayla who

I’ve wanted to go on a date with.

I guess that right now I’m more worried about helping

other people find their matches, go on perfect dates, have their

happily ever afters, than I am about putting myself out there to

try to find my own. I just needed a break. Breaks help us

figure out who we really are. This job, if it’s done nothing else

for me, has really taught me a lot about relationships and

people in general. I’m no expert and I’ll certainly never be

someone who studies human relations scientifically, but I think

that I do know enough about myself to realize that I like being

single, and that’s healthy too. It’s good to know how to be on

your own.

“My brother likes to get settled into something and

then doesn’t want to change,” Steph says, and I go back to

listening instead of thinking about my own crap.

Listening is a good skill to have too. That’s one of my

faults. I’m always up in my own head, trying to sort things out.

I hate missing what’s going on because of it.

“He’s young, but he’s always hated that. Changing

anything. He likes routine. I guess I’m the exact opposite, even

if I am sciencey.”

“Why? I thought scientists loved change. Isn’t it all

about discovery? Looking for answers?”

“I suppose so. I guess sometimes we just don’t like

them.”

“I imagine that’s hard. English is—no. I guess that’s

not right.”

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