✴ Don't come looking for love. ✴
Jenny Harper - just an ordinary girl, who spent most of her life into changing mеn and womеn just to make them the perfect partner.
Now the 27 year old match-maker faces a challenge - the biggest bohemian in New Y...
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"How was the date?" I asked the black-haired girl named Emily, standing in front of me.
"Okay, I don't think Jesse is .."
I hardly kept myself from rolling my eyes. I always thought there were no hopeless cases in love, but when it came to Emily, I was beginning to doubt that. I've been working with her for about three months, and I'm beginning to despair. Several times, even in my mind, I was going to drop her case and tell her that I couldn't help her, but I always said there was hope. But there wasn't. Emily found something she didn't like in every man I introduced her to, and believe me, they were a lot. I met her with all sorts of men of a different kind - businessmen, actors, chimney sweepers, bankers, vendors ... anything, you know? Anything! But she always found something she didn't like in each of them. Several times I tried to explain to her that there was no such thing as a perfectly perfect man, but she seemed unable to understand it.
"Emily," I said, breathing in and out. "This is the fifteenth man with whom I meet you and whom you go on a first date. You didn't give any of them a chance to bring you to the second."
"What do you want to tell me with all this?" She asked, looking at me slightly frightened.
"I don't want to sound rude, but I think it's time to swallow your overly exaggerated expectations for men and to realize that there is no such thing as a perfect man. Each of these men covered most of the requirements you have. They have a stable job, most of them make good money, and all fifteen men are real gentlemen."
"Yes, but ..." I interrupted her because I knew she would find something negative to say again.
"I want you to go home, look at all those fifteen men I've met you with and tell me which ones you want to go out again. If you don't want to go out with any of them again, I'm afraid I cant help you anymore." I smiled.
We spent a few minutes in silence. Emily looked around, thinking about what to say to me. I swear that at this point I was trying to figure out some justification to justify why she didn't like any of them.
"I," she began, and I took a breath, expecting another justification from her. I had known her enough for those three months we worked together. "All right." She murmured.
I stayed with my mouth open. I didn't expect her to bow down so fast without first disputing with me and my views.
"All right," I muttered, standing up from the couch. "That's great. In that case, you can come on Monday to discuss with whom you want to go out again."
