Chapter 4
Have A Good Pickup Line
After helping Caroline finish up with the bake sale, I ambled home for a much-needed bubble bath. Sinking into the steaming tub, I hummed along to the radio. It was the perfect way to relax, popping bubbles of lilac and lavender with some Garth Brooks radio in the background.
Just as I was about to shut my eyes and get lost in the euphoria of my tiny bathroom, my phone binged with a message from one of the many dating apps I used.
Rick: Aren’t you a little young to be a lawyer?
Well, he’s off to a great start.
I rattled off my canned statement to that asinine question:Aren’t you a little too rude to be talking to me?
Rick: I can see we’re not going to get along.
Me: You think? Good luck charming the panties off the next dumbass you encounter on this app.
Rick: Fuck you.
Online dating was the devil. I hated everything about it, but where was someone in her thirties with a career really going to find dates? Bars were always jampacked with dirt-bag drunks just looking to score. All of the men I worked with were married, and I couldn’t date clients. My friends were also in basically the same boat.
Flipping through picture after picture, not finding anyone that sparked anything in me, I let defeat settle in.
Maybe I just need to take a break from dating.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, another message came through.
Harvey: How’s your evening going, beautiful?
Much better way to start a conversation.
Me: Much better now.
It felt so weird trying to flirt via messenger with zero knowledge about the person on the other side of the conversation.
Harvey: Mine just got better as well.
Me: And why is that?
Harvey: Because I’m talking to you ;)
I took a second to check out his profile, and it checked all my initial boxes. His pictures were all of him without crazy filters or weird angles, one a full-body shot of him at the beach with a surfboard, and he had a huge smile with good teeth. He was thirty-seven, lived within ten miles of me, and was an antiques appraiser. He enjoyed the outdoors, he had never been married, and he didn’t have any kids.
This guy seems too good to be true.
Me: So, Harvey, tell me something about yourself that isn’t on your profile.
Harvey: I’m taking this really pretty girl out to dinner tomorrow night. I’m not sure if she knows it yet, though.
Me: Is that so?
Harvey: The question is, is she going to let me pick her up at seven or will I be meeting her at Noble Fare?
Me: I think she is going to be meeting you there at seven-thirty.
Harvey: Fair enough. It’s a date.
Me: That seemed too easy. Usually guys want to talk for a few days before committing to a date.