Page 72 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“Do you still talk to him?” I ask.
“Yes, we stay in touch, but that’s all it is.” She lets out a big huff. “But I understand the feeling of not wanting to be alone. Who knows,” she continues, “maybe I’ll think about talking to Hardy again.”
Noooooooooo.
Go back to the Peru guy, he seemed…earthy.
“Oh yeah, cool,” I say as I pull out a new color of pink yarn from my bag of yarn.
Stupid freaking Peru guy, why couldn’t you study another animal? Huh?
“Do you like bowling?” she asks out of the blue.
I blink at her, confused by the subject change. “Uh, sure. I mean, I played it a couple of times, but I’m not very good at it.”
“Well, I joined a bowling league to try to meet some more people. My friend Timothy at the zoo got me to join, and I know this might be a bold ask since we just barely met, but we’re looking for another woman to round out the team. Think you might be interested?”
Timothy?
Or did she mean Tomothy?
Excuse me for being hugely concerned.
“Did you say Timothy or Tomothy?” I ask, needing some clarification.
She chuckles. “Timothy.”
“Are you sure?” I press.
“Positive,” she says with a strange expression, probably wondering why I’m so persistent.
“Okay, just making sure. I met a Tomothy that I would prefer never to see again.” I secure my pom-pom and remove it from the maker before setting the ball to the side, pleased with how it came out. “Um, I’m not very good at bowling.”
“Neither am I, but there are a lot of guys who play, and who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone.”
I consider it for a moment.
I do need to get out into real life more and not be so stuck in my event world.
IfMaple decides she wants to get to know Hardy again, I know I’ll have no hope with him. That’s inevitable. So, I need to move on.
Bowling with some strangers might be just what I need. And who knows, maybe I’ll meet someone new and exciting. Someone who doesn’t mind the complexities of the female genitalia.
One can only hope.
“You know, Maple, I think I will join you.”
“Really?” she asks, looking very excited.
“Yeah, really. Could be fun and I’m into meeting new people.”
“That’s amazing. I’ll tell Timothy. He’ll be so excited.”
“By chance,” I say as I start making a new pom-pom, “is Timothy single?”
“He is,” she smiles. “He’s very much single.”
“Is he…your type?”
