✴ 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...
"I thought you had a better taste for men, quack girl."
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On Monday morning I arrived around nine in the office. I drank my coffee with Anna as we talked about what we were doing at the weekend, and then I went to work. I had three sessions, and by noon I had been drowned by fatigue. I felt mentally tired. Recently my clients were too capricious. I tried to understand them, but they were too much. Yes, everyone has certain requirements for what they are looking for in the opposite person, but theirs have crossed any limits. Women always found something to catch and don't like in the men I arranged for them to meet. It was either their appearance, their dialect, the way they dress or some other stupidity. The men either found all the women the same, or compared them with their ex-girlfriends. I was trying to explain to women that a perfect man doesn't exist, and there will always be something not to like in them, but they just have to look through it; and trying to explain to men that they just have to stop to compare every woman who meet with the previous ones they had in their lives.
"How are you?" Anna put her head in my office.
"Tired." I sighed and took off my glasses from my face, leaving them on the keyboard of my laptop in front of me. "I'll go out for a while, and I have a few things to do."
"All right, I'll be here. Several women called earlier to check when you're available. Do you have any preference for distributing them to you in the days?"
"No, but don't take sessions this week in the late afternoon and evening."
"All right, dear. See you later. " She winked at me.
"See you later."
I took my bag and left the office. While I was in the elevator, my phone rang. I searched for it in my bag and it took me a few minutes to find it. When I finally pulled it out, I saw Anna's name on the screen.
"What has she forgot to tell me?" I laughed.
Just when I pressed the green button the phone slipped from my hands and dropped to the floor, and it turned off.
"Shït!"
I leaned in to pick it up, and the elevator dinged that I had arrived on the first floor. I quickly grabbed my phone and walked out of the elevator. I walked down, trying to turn it on without looking where I was going. All of a sudden my body crashed into someone else's and then I almost dropped off the phone again. Several curses passed through my mind, but I kept myself from saying them aloud. I lifted my head up and the last person I wanted to see today was in front of my eyes.
"Well, well, well!" He laughed. "Obviously fate has often crossed our paths."
I tried to circumvent him, but he prevented me, standing again in front of me.
"Are you going to pass me by? Without even greeting me?" he laughed. "Very implacable on your part, quack."
The smile didn't left from Justin's face, and it lashed every nerve with my system. Inside, I was going to slap him just like I know, but I abstained, reminding myself that we were in a public place.
