Dating Seasons (Completed)

convinced m

ures. "They're friends of friends on your s

. "I need to eat my feelings

ve a fitting for my

. If only my high school boyfriend hadn't been a jerk, I could be in Charlotte's position. Thanks for nothing, Josh. Ten mi

t's now stuck in my throat at th

to Lucy's now, because s

life be more unf

lly, it's best I do this dating thing because no one should

n?" I murmur, twirling fettuccin

n my knee. "You're so focused on the tree, you

f my favorite people. He brings me unexpected meals and laughs at my history

with your email. Your password is forkme." Charlotte's pink nails fly across the keyboard and na

selfie taker. I

hone and aims i

me a few minutes to release my hair from its messy bun, remove a stray peppercorn from my incisor, and apply a bit of lip gloss. Aft

ue myself and find every flaw. How many strangers will see this image and based on it, decide whether they'd have sex with me? FriendsOfFriends needs a d

er?" I ask. Perhaps o

me the reassuring statistic that women who post a photo are twic

ach a generous serving. "Can we p

eing a potter. Not everyone i

er is overly kind. That unfulfilled dream is the entire reason I picked Boulder for college and am still here in Colorado. Oh, well. Van Gogh sold one painting during his lifetime, so there's

e laughs. "Didn't you once say the perfect dat

was hungry when I said it. And anyway, you still

on and what if no one is charmed by my fascination with tiny houses and passion for art? And on the flip side, what

her finger hovering on the ent

, my hill doesn

ing, the perfect time to plant

se seeds to annoy her neigh

's why I

her eyes, Charlo

w

e detail to focus on and build from there. That's what I'm now doing with

f Charlotte creating my profile, the rocks started pummeling me. Now

the computer screen, and I hone in o

e Austin in that hat." I clink my wine glass a

onic giggler when she's drinking, whereas I'm a melancholy mopey-head. Charlotte's words,

my reb

o it'

Peter's interests with the mouse. "He likes c

s? You lo

esponding to the level of interest. Pebble, stone, boulder. Marketing had one job. On a sigh, I swipe t

tte lo

utton-down shirt." She bumps her shoulder to min

id, like...money? And then I