✴ 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...
"Trust me, please. I promise you won't regret it."
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On Thursday morning when I first arrived at the office, I was not surprised at the sight I found on my desk. I sighed deeply and approached the bouquet of three lilies. There was a small card between them, which I took in my hand and opened it.
"I suppose I owe you an apology for trying to buy you a drink last night? I hope you'll forgive me. P.S. Hope you like lilies. - J."
I rolled my eyes and pulled my phone out of my bag. I opened my messages and found the ones with Justin. I bit down on my lower lip and stared at his name on the screen. I thought about Anna's words from yesterday. Since when I haven't been on a date with someone? I didn't remember it anymore. After my last relationship, which was a complete disappointment, I didn't want to go on dates.
What an irony, huh? I'm matchmaker, I'm perfect in finding the perfect partners for others, but when it comes to my own love life, I can't make a good decision. All the men in my life were a complete catastrophe. I always fell on those unstable men who don't know how to behave with a woman and the only thing they think are themselves. Maybe it's not a bad idea to go out with Justin Bieber? There are two variants of how the date with him will unfold - either I will spend amazing time with him, or at last I will be able to stop him from his obsession to pursue me.
"Ask me again."
I wrote this message in a hurry before I changed my mind and hid the phone from my sight, before I turned off the sound.
Sometimes I happen to make spontaneous decisions, which I am most often sorry about. I moved the flowers out of my desk and started the few things I had to do before my first session of the day. I didn't expect Anna to show up this soon, because the night before she had way too much wine after I asked her to go to a bar on the other side of town. I didn't want to risk Justin showing up again. I wouldn't have been able to tolerate him, and after drinking, I had begun to consider the option of taking a restraining order. The only problem was that I didn't have a good enough reason, though for me what he was doing was a pure persecution, but it wouldn't have been acceptable to the police to do so.
What irony again, right? Given the message I just sent him. But, as I have already mentioned, sometimes I make spontaneous and inconceivable decisions, which I most often regret then.
A little later, when I finished my first session of the day, I saw that I had a message from Justin, which consisted of several question marks. I sighed, and I wrote a reply, in which I specified exactly what I meant.
"Ask me again if I want to have dinner with you."
I sent him the message and waited for an answer I received almost immediately.
"Will you have dinner tonight with me, Jenny Harper?"
I laughed very quietly and bit my lower lip, writing an answer to him.
