Page 33 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

gets back from his trip. He doesn’t ask me outright though,

which I appreciate. He knows it would be putting me on the

spot. I can tell that he’s into me, unless he’s really good at

faking it, but I think I’m pretty good at reading his body

language.

We end the night on a good note. It’s probably the most

successful date I’ve had in a long time. I don’t even want to

think about the string of disasters that preceded it.

When I get back to my house, I debate about what I

should tell Adley and how I should tell her. Should I email

her? Call her tomorrow? I decide that an email might be best,

because if I’m shit at writing out my feelings, I’m even worse

at talking about them when the pressure is on.

I open her earlier email and type a response, but after a

minute of consideration, I delete it and start over. Instead, I

decide to just be honest and say that Jeff wasn’t the one, but

I’m definitely open to other matches and let her know that

she’s doing a great job. I even say that Jeff was a great guy and

a great match, but I just know that he’s not the one. I feel like a

dork writing that. The one. I sound like someone who’s

addicted to chick flicks and romance novels. Hopefully, Adley

keeps in mind what I said about not being much of a writer. I

ask her if she’s free to meet with me tomorrow to talk about

the date in person since I can’t seem to express myself very

well.

I regret writing that last part almost as soon as I send

the email, but a few minutes later, my phone dings. I bring up

Adley’s new email. Suddenly my hands are sweaty again.

No problem. I get it. No matter how great someone is,

sometimes they just don’t click. You don’t have to apologize!