her hand and pass her the now cold latte, which she drinks just
as enthusiastically, and head out of the park to tackle the
disaster that is my life.
Chapter 4
Stephanie
I have to admit, I’m more than a little annoyed with myself.
It’s been a week. An entire week. Seven days. I can’t stop
thinking about Adley James.
It’s normal to think about her, I guess, since she wrote
my profile for me, which I approved, and has been working on
potential matches all week. This is a big deal for me. I’m tired
of being by myself. I want a partner. I want children. I want a
family. I want someone who will take the good with the bad,
who really sees me. All of that stuff that everyone truly wishes
for. I’m not unlike everyone else in that regard. But I know the
profile and the dating site aren’t the only reasons I’ve been
thinking about Adley.
It’s an usual name. Adley. It makes me wonder if her
parents are unconventional, as people say. I wonder how old
they are, given that Adley looks to be in her mid-twenties.
Quite young to have a six-year-old daughter, but again, I’m
not one to judge. Despite her worries over the latte, I think
she’s likely a great mom. I saw how she watched Adley on the
playground, always keeping tabs on her, even though it was
also obvious she was giving me her full attention while she
was asking me questions. She seems easy going.
Compassionate. Kind. Sweet. Did she learn that from her
parents? Does she have siblings? Are they like her? Older or
younger?
She said she’s an English major. I wonder if she’s ever