Confessions of a Cynic

T H R E E

Eros and Psyche's grandmothers have always been best friends.  45 years ago, back when they were two little girls, playing romance fantasy at their backyard where their favorite things to do. They would be play either as the princess and the other as a prince or they take turns.

Their brought their little fantasies with them till they were teenagers and eventually, to women and turned them into jobs. For the last 45 years, Helena and Beatrice were quite famous for being the matchmakers of the elite and because of their occupation, they also did some matchmaking to their children and to their children's children.

Although, they were never successful.

"I seriously hope it's not going to be another match makings." Eros said, untying his tie, walking beside Psyche.

"Yeah. You got one too?" Psyche placed her round Lennon shades on top of her head and walked towards her home back in her younger days. It was one of those large Colonial houses that were painted in white with a white fence around it and a beautiful garden.

"Oh yeah. More than once even."

"Same here." 

"Could you comb your hair. You look like some kind of witch." Eros' comment ticked Psyche.

"Could you not please touch my hair?" She growled, twirling her long hair that extended up to her waist, at one shoulder before she pushed the doorbell button. The door was then opened by a maid. The moment she saw them, Psyche could swear she saw her little jump.

"Oh! You're here! Please, come in!" the maid said, opening the door widely, spreading her arms towards the room. Although she said in a way that she was referring to them, Psyche knew that she was only looking at Eros.

Psyche looked around the house were she grew up and it still give off that vibe of a warm home, like she always belong there. The sunshine tone and the fresh flowers in a vase as it was being placed on a round table at the center of the room were like nostalgia to her. She approached the flowers and smelled them, smiling.

"You know, if you miss it here you could always stay." Eros said, standing across her.

Psyche stared at the flowers and shook her head gently. "No. She has done so much for me. I don't want to live dependent to her. Besides I'm happy for what I am now." 

 And when she saw two old ladies, one with silver hair and the other golden , she spread her arms towards them, enthusiastically. 

"Grandma!" Psyche greeted, bending down to her grandmother cheerfully. Helena, the one with the golden hair, chuckled softly in her wheel chair. Psyche embraced Beatrice before giving her a kiss.

"Same old energy,Psyche." Beatrice said, cheerfully.

"Of course." Psyche said, puffing her chest out in a proud manner.

"Granny." Eros kissed Helena and Beatrice on their cheeks with poise and utmost respect. Psyche watched him charm the old ladies before she scoffed at rolled her eyes at him.

"Why the sudden lunch meeting, granny?" Eros asked when they began to have their lunch.

"Well, the couples retreat is in three weeks, dear." Beatrice said.

"Ahh. Of course. Where would it be now?" Eros asked, politely. Psyche rolled her eyes. Him and his polite businessman character has come out. She thought looking at him before she ate her salad.

"In Greece. There is a resort island-Thalassa island is the name. Very beautiful."

Psyche's ear perked. "Greece? Really? That's-that's awesome! I've always wanted to see the Mediterranean seas."

"That's right." Helena agreed.

"That's great, granny but, why did you call me here anyway?"Eros asked.

"Call you? Well we are inviting you dear!" Helena exclaimed. "You could bring Karen with you and have a week off."

Eros chuckled softly before he took a drink of his water. "No, Grandma Helena. It saddens me that I'm not partaking in such an exciting event for I do not have a date. And its Carmen."

"Really? Did you and Cynthia broke up?" Beatrice asked, her blue droopy eyes widen.

"Yes. A week ago. And its Carmen." Eros corrected them again.

"It's not surprising. I've always figured you two were no match."Helena pointed out.

"In relationships they are no match. But in sexual tensions and releasing their horniness-they are very much compatible with that." Psyche shared. Eros kicked Psyche across the table. Psyche glared at him and kicked him back.

"Anyways, such a waste. We've reserved a room for you there." Beatrice said, sadly-well, trying to sound sad and concern.

"Yeah. Anyway, why am I called here? I'm sure we all know that I am currently not dating anyone now." Psyche said.

"Yeah. Who would be dating you anyway?" Eros murmured before he took a bite of his steak. Psyche kicked him across again.

"Well, I heard from Jessica you are in a deep trouble with your job, Psyche." Helena worriedly said.

"Again." Eros murmured which Psyche heard it, giving him a glare.

"No not wrearry." Psyche shook his head, her mouth stuffed with food.

"So, it'll be best if you bring a date next week so you could join." Helena said.

"Why don't you send me there alone anyway? You could afford it." Psyche told her with a grin on her face.

"Dear Psyche, the retreat is strictly for couples. The rooms already been booked." Beatrice gently stated.

"Fine. No need to worry about me."Psyche said. "I can do the assignment in no time. Trust me."

"Why don't you two go then? You know have it each other for a date." Helena suggested, her eyes beaming. "You two could sign in. Beatrice and I have always wish for it."

"Nope. Nope." Both Eros and Psyche immediately refused.

"No. Not her. Never." Eros said, cutting his steak with his knife.

"Never in a million years." Psyche added before she drank her water.

"You're the first hippie I know that actually have a decent job." Eros commented as they went out of the house.

"And you're not the first businessman I know that spit out rude comments to their fellow brethren." Psyche said, wearing her round shades.

"Brethren?"

"And P.S: it's Boho."

"What?"

"Peace out, douche." Psyche said before she left Eros with her turquoise bike.

"Still the typical Psyche." Eros said under his breath before he wore his aviator and headed towards his car.