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This is insanity I thought as I watched Raven pull up craigslist and create a new post. When we were both very drunk the night before I joked how desperate I was to find a date for my mother’s upcoming wedding. Evidently, Craigslist was Raven's bright idea. “Why can’t I just borrow Wick again?”
Raven paused her typing and looked over her shoulder at me “Clarke for the millionth time, he’s out of town that weekend.”
My shoulders slumped. This was hopeless I should just go to the wedding without a date, it’s not that big of a deal, right? Then again, I could already feel my mother’s disapproving gaze. For some reason, she didn’t think I went out enough, usually, moms discourage dating but once a week I would get a call from her basically saying to go out and sleep with everyone I found attractive. “Have fun Clarke, before you have to settle down.” That was her favorite saying.
“Any particular flavor you want Clarke?”
I choked “Flavor?”
Raven gave me a sly grin “Hey if I had a chance to outline my ideal man or woman I would jump at the chance.”
“Reyes, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” She opened her mouth to object but I plowed on “We don’t know who will respond to this! I could end up with an eighty-year-old serial killer!”
Raven shook her head and laughed “Uh Clarke I think serial killers retire at an early age.”
I grumbled, “Still, if not a serial killer any weirdo can reply.”
She returned to the Ad “Exactly which is why we will weed out the weirdos.”
My brows scrunched together “How?”
“We have two weeks until the wedding so we have plenty of time to conduct interviews until we find a semi-normal person.”
“Semi-normal!?”
“It’s Craigslist Clarke, you can’t expect a fully normal human,” Raven stated.
Why did I have to open my big mouth last night? This is the last time I ever drink a chocolate martini. Those things sneak up on you, they taste so good you don’t even notice how wasted you are and then these types of situations happen.
“Okay, how about this.” She pushed the screen towards me.
- Free trip to the Valley with a HOT blonde. -
Are you an attractive male/female?
Do you have a job?
Can you charm the pants off a mom?
Not a serial killer?
If you answered yes to any of these then hello! In two weeks, my mother is getting married and I need a date! Would prefer someone who isn’t a creep. Can hold a conversation that isn’t about some new fad diet or that funny cat video on Facebook. You’ll have to deal with a pestering mother but all expenses will be paid. Also, all the booze and food you can imagine. A little info about me: Art graduate who doesn’t work at Starbucks, 26, and will supply cheesy puns if that’s your thing.
Please text/call 326-777-777 if interested.
I sighed “Everything can stay besides that title.”
Raven smirked, “You got it.”
- Three days before the wedding -
“This is the last one Clarke, if he’s a bust then you’ll just have to go stag.”
I frowned a bit while fiddling with my empty coffee cup. “I know, I know.”
“You know these aren’t interviews for a soul mate, right? Finn and Lexa were completely normal people who could have worked.”
I shrugged. Raven was right I was being too judgmental in my interview process. For a girl who went on Craigslist for a date, I was very picky. Finn and Lexa were both charming people. Finn was very laid back from the start and made me laugh in the first two minutes, but he gave off the vibe of hoping to get lucky during this process. Lexa was more standoffish, I saw myself in her, which I think that’s why I didn’t pick her.
Raven downed the rest of her espresso and pulled out the last paper from out folder of potential dates. “The next contestant on…” She stopped when she saw my unamused face. With a quick clearing of her throat, Raven went on “Bellamy Blake, 31, History Professor, and he’s single.”
My brow rose “Professor at 31? That’s pretty young.”
“At least he can hold an intelligent conversation then.”
I nodded. So far, he sounded promising and with him being my last chance I was hoping he wasn’t a creep. “He should be here any minute I’ll go get you a refill.”
“Thanks.” I smiled as I placed my hand on my lap to stop fidgeting. With a few deep breaths, I was ready for this mysterious Bellamy Blake to get here. My head popped up when the door jingled signaling another customer had entered the coffee shop. My throat went dry. If this was who I thought it was I could hear Raven's comment already. Tall, dark, and handsome just walked in.