Wait a minute. Who says I’m not adventurous when it comes to dating? As a matter of fact, I signed up for that online dating site you’ve been bugging me about.’
‘When?’
‘The other day.’
‘The other day!’ Jackie’s voice was so loud I had to hold the phone away from my ear. ‘And you’re just telling me now?’
‘I was going to tell you. Honest. I just wanted to see if I saw anything interesting first.’
‘And did you?’
‘Not really. Well, maybe one. At least he had straight teeth and hair.’
Jackie laughed. ‘Is it really that bad?’
I walked to the sofa and sat down. ‘Shopping for a guy online feels weird.’
‘But you do almost all of your shopping online,’ Jackie said.
‘This is different. It’s not like I’m buying a new blazer or blouse.’
‘But it’s efficient. Much easier than striking up a conversation with a stranger at the gym or in the produce section of a supermarket. Dating websites bring like-minded people together.’
‘I guess I just don’t have a lot of faith in a dating website algorithm. In some ways, I think technology makes getting to know someone harder. Let’s face it, most people probably lie on their profiles, and it’s difficult to gauge sincerity when you don’t see facial expressions or body language.’
‘But if it goes well online, you eventually meet and see all that,’ Jackie said.
I noticed a loose thread dangling from my shirt sleeve and ripped it off. ‘Yes, and what happens? People want to know if the person they go out on a date with is “the one” within ten minutes of meeting them. I mean, seriously. How much can you get to know someone in a couple of hours when you’re both nervous and on your best behavior?’
‘I agree that some guys might want that instant gratification,’ Jackie said, ‘and if they don’t get instant results will think the date is a bust and move on. But I’m sure they’re not all like that.’
I sighed. ‘I guess all of this is making me feel like an option instead of a priority. Besides, I’m not very good at selling myself. It takes skill to write a compelling dating profile.’
Jackie cleared her throat. ‘You’re selling yourself short, Shelly. You’re a great writer. Always have been. I’m sure your profile is perfect.’
‘Thanks. I’m just not sure that a perfect partner is a click away.’
‘Well, what about the profile you just mentioned. Is he a possibility?’
‘EricT?’
‘It has a nice ring to it. Eric T. Have you messaged him?’
‘Uh, no.’
‘You totally should.’
‘No way am I texting a guy first. I don’t want to seem desperate or too anxious.’
‘Ugh! You’re impossible,’ Jackie said. ‘I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Remember, tacos at Tony’s.’
‘I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I swear my skin is turning green from eating so many salads. A greasy Tony’s taco is just what I need to get my color back!’
A few minutes after I hung up with Jackie, my phone beeped. It was a text from EricT.
Hi! What’s your cat’s name?
I realized he’d seen the photo of me holding Izzy online.
I laid down the book I’d picked up to read and typed my response.
Izzy.
Cute name.
Thanks. Do you have any pets?
No. I had a dog growing up, though.
What kind?
Golden retriever.
Golden retrievers are sweet. Good with kids.
Do you have kids?
No.
Me neither.
An hour later, I’d texted more in sixty minutes than I had in my entire life! I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this comfortable talking to a man. I learned EricT stood for Eric Talbot. He worked in sales, and loved horses and craft beer.
When I crawled into bed that night, with Izzy snuggled beside me, it was the first time in a long time that I thought about a guy.
I woke the next morning and remembered that I was spending the day with a couple who were relocating to the area. I had planned to show them five properties. By the end of the day, I’d be ready to devour a Tony’s taco!
I reached for my phone on my nightstand and realized I’d already received a text from Eric.
Thanks for talking last night. I really enjoyed our conversation.
It felt as if I was being tickled from the inside. It’d been years since I felt butterflies in my stomach. I texted back, Me, too!
As soon as he received my text, he texted again. Maybe we can talk on the phone later. Can I call you?
I’d like that, I texted. I should be home by nine-thirty.
Great! I’ll call you then. Have a great day, Shelly!
You, too!
I jumped in the shower and dressed for work. I had to call Jackie on my way to pick up my clients to tell her about Eric.
‘Wait! What? So EricT texted you last night and I’m just hearing about it now?’
I laughed. ‘And this morning. And he asked if he could call me later.’
‘Well, well, well, Shelly. I believe you have an admirer.’
‘Oh, it’s nothing. Just some texts, but he seems nice.’
‘Hmmm.’
‘What’s “hmmm” mean?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. Just hmmm.’
‘No, I know that hmmm. It means you’re thinking something. What is it? What are you thinking?’
‘Hmmm.’
‘Come on! Tell me,’ I pleaded.
‘Oh, okay. I just detect a sliver of excitement in your voice. And, well, it’s been a while since I’ve heard that.’
