It's a Service, Really (On Hold)

"Is that what you do for your job?" he asked, confused at what I was trying to tell him.

"It's a service really," I corrected. I hated it when people tried to make that distinction.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm still not understanding, though."

The nitwit. It's not that hard.

"I go on blind dates. For money."

He continued to gaze straight into me, his electric blues still not comprehending. Do I really need to clarify further?

"I run a website, offering blind dates for people when they're lonely. They plug in a couple traits they want and I become that person. The computer chugs out what they need and I comply."

"Why?"

I mentally slapped myself. It wasn't that difficult.

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Coming from the writer of Midnight, When the Wolves Come Out; Lust; Under the Surface; Death Doesn't Due Us Part; You May Know Me As... and more.

I've decided to try my hand at some first person POV and some romance/humor/teenish fiction. Hope we all like it! Show your support with voting and commenting as this is entered into the 2016 Watty Awards (I haven't entered anything for 3-4 years!!! ). -gymnast17

Note: This is not about an "escort service."