Page 32 of Ten Rules for Faking It
“It’s a great feature. You can get a sense of them that way, I think.”
He handed her the remote, and nerves hopped around like bouncy balls in her stomach. She was doing this.
After showing her how to move through the candidates and“like” one, he leaned back and let her look through without commenting. The screen had their images on the left, a list of who they were, age, occupation, interests, and an optional one-line comment about why they were doing this. If there was a video clip, there was a small, sideways triangle on the bottom of their picture.
She wished Stacey were here with her, but she decided her friend would have too much to say.
Matthew Fortin
33
Carpenter
Building furniture, long walks, sunsets, coffee
To meet my soul mate
“Pass,” she said, pressing the arrow.
Chris laughed. “The passes might be easy. Too mushy with the soul mate thing?”
Everly turned her head and smirked. “Sunsets aren’t an interest.”
Chris picked up his water and took a drink. “Good point. Onward.”
Brad Corden
30
Airplane mechanic
Flying, driving, traveling, swimming, motocross
Seems like a fun opportunity
Everly pressed the Play button.
“Hey, Everly. This feels a little weird, but okay. My name is Brad. I figured I’d throw my hat in the proverbial ring because you deserve to go on a date with a man who isn’t a loser like your ex. I like to have fun and try new things, and I’d love the chance to take you out, make you laugh, and get to know you.”
Everly pressed the little heart icon.
Chris shifted in his seat. “Look at that. First one already.”
When she looked over, she noticed his jaw seemed tight, and his arms were crossed over his chest.
She clicked the remote. Pass. Pass. Like. Pass. Definite pass.
Thirty-nine-year-old John Ringer, the self-taught artist, who liked camping and swimming nude, got a pass.
Jeff Tosi, the twenty-seven-year-old guitar player who liked rock and roll and hot chicks, also got a pass.
Chris wandered off, and Everly continued to press the buttons. It was a little weird scrolling through her own personal catalog of possibilities. She wanted someone whose image and words made her stop and think,Wait, tell me more.
When Chris sank down on the couch beside her a few minutes later, he had a large bowl of popcorn. He grinned at her.
“I like popcorn,” he said sheepishly. He tipped the bowl her way, and she laughed, pulling her feet up under her before she grabbed a handful.
“Juggler?” Everly’s popcorn nearly lodged in her throat. “Is that a real profession?”
