Page 38 of Matched with Her Athlete Boss

“Once we’ve got your intake form done and first interviews filmed, we’ll set up each date. There will be four dates total, from men who’ve matched with you. My guess is they’ll start with a match that’s in the lower nineties on the scale and then each match will get higher until you are paired up with the guy who is the closest to your match.”

I blow out a breath, overwhelmed a bit by the thought of this whole thing.

Meg reaches over and pats my hand in my lap. “I know you’ve gone through a lot and I want to help avoid any issues you had before. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you shut down your account before?”

“I went on fifteen dates with the guys I matched with on the app. The hardest part about that is I had no idea they were ranked on a percentage basis for how well-matched they are. I kept accepting dates from guys because I figured they were a match with me and I might as well give them a chance.”

“You didn’t see the percent match on your page?” Meg asks, looking worried.

Shaking my head, I said, “No. The fact that users of the app can have a different picture or name on the app does not make things awesome when you go to meet them. Rachelle said you made it that way for the anonymity factor, but the guys I got were all into models and arm candy. I am not that at all. I’ve got muscles and hips. If I have to put on fifteen pounds of makeup each morning to get a guy to stick around, I’ll stay single forever.” By the time I’m done with my tirade, my chest is heaving. “Sorry.”

Meg waves a hand, pulling me in for a hug. “Don’t worry about me. That’s something I need to know as the head of the company. Problem solving means we have to get to the root of the problem and then come up with a solution for the mental and emotional wellbeing of our clients. This is real feedback that is valuable for our clients.”

I’ve got tears ready to spill. Meg pulls back and reaches over to grab a tissue from her desk.

“Thanks,” I say, blowing my nose.

“Did you have any positive experiences on the app?” Meg’s expression is hopeful and I know I’m going to crush that right now.

“I got engaged to someone from the app. But he decided three days later that he didn’t want to marry me and moved to another country.” I leave out the part about marrying a princess because I don’t need to grind Meg’s dreams into ash.

She stands. “Let’s go take a look, shall we?”

Meg is out of the room in seconds and I hop up to follow her. She’s seated behind the large command center and she’s already tapping away at the keys on the keyboard.

“What are you doing?” I ask, taking a seat in the chair next to her. It’s the same one I sat on for our discussion a few days ago.

“I’m looking up your profile.” Meg gives the keyboard another few taps and then points toward the TV screens on the wall.

Kenzie Sullivan, twenty-four.

“I turned twenty-five a few months ago.”

Meg nods. “Once the account is shut down, it doesn’t update. Reopening it might allow it to update, but I’d rather get more accurate results, especially since you’ve been through so much.”

The screen has several aspects of who I am on the board and it’s strange to see it up there as though I’m just a case file.

“Okay, so on that third screen over there is what you should’ve seen when you started with the app.”

There is a list of several profiles with the percentage match of them. None of the names are familiar.

“I’ve never seen this screen.”

Meg does some moving of the mouse to click around on several tabs, pulling up a different screen. “What about this one?”

“That’s closer to what I saw, but not exactly. The men’s names were there and it would just have a button that said, ‘Match Me’.”

Meg turns to me, her eyes wide. “That’s all it said on there?”

I nod, wondering why that makes a difference.

Again, she clicks several times and opens a new pic that looks exactly like my screen had before.

“Yep, that’s it.”

Meg glances at me, her eyes sad. “Oh, Kenzie. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Are you okay? You look like you’re going to tell me I have cancer or something.” I glance around the room, wondering if coming here was a mistake.

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