She leaned in, even though no one was in the room but the two of them and whispered, Vanessa considered the riskiness of this potential match given the circumstance. “I’m not going to lie…I’m invested …I’m quite interested in seeing how well these two match up in real life” Vanessa’s eyes widened and she leaned forward, her interest grew with every word Cleo uttered. your daughter and this man matched at 95%.that is unheard of! I have never had a couple match that high” The majority of my matches have to meet at least an 80 to 85% match rate in terms of their interests, personalities, temperaments, lifestyles, even zodiac & birth charts are taken into account. “Ok…here's the thing, the way that this works is that I assign a percentage for each match. Isn’t there someone else? Someone she’s also well matched with but who actually knows they’re doing this?”Ĭleo carefully put her delicate teacup on the coffee table and straightened up. If she finds out that the man chosen for her doesn’t even know he’s being set up…I mean she might bail on this whole idea altogether. It was hard enough to get Lucy to agree to this. He was surprisingly very forthcoming with that information and was not one bit suspicious of her intentions- the man naively thought she just was making chit chat. Once she decided he would be perfect for her matchmaking service she started asking him pointed questions that would help construct his profile. In fact, he’d been frequenting her store for the past five years and during that time she’d gotten to know quite a bit about him. “I don’t understand…what do you mean he’s not aware he’s in your database?”Ĭleo explained that she often met men and women in her daily life who seemed to be perfect husband or wife material, and in such cases, she might enter their profile into her matchmaking database without their knowledge.Ĭleo owned a convenience store with her husband and this particular man happened to be one of her regular patrons. “Ok, here’s the thing…Lucy has been matched with someone who doesn’t exactly know he’s in my database…so we may have to do a little… convincing ” Cleo said with an apprehensive expression. “That was really fast…does it usually work so quickly?”Ĭleo took a sip of her tea as she averted her gaze- she looked a little uncomfortable, like she was about to deliver some unpleasant news. “So you found someone for Lucy already?!” Vanessa said to Cleo, the matchmaker. Lucy could not remember the last time she had seen her mom smile so much.Ī week later Vanessa Chen found herself sitting in the matchmaker’s living room, plotting her daughter’s love life. “Lucy, we’re not Catholic…I think you have to be Catholic to join a convent but whatever …yes, fine. Lucy rolled her eyes and groaned, “Ok…I’ll do it but you HAVE to stop after this…even if I decide to join a convent or something, you can’t complain”. Vanessa was a top level meddler, always had been, so the offer to get her off her back indefinitely was very tempting. “My life is my life…” said Lucy but she considered what her mom had just offered. Your life will be your life and I’ll just have to stand back and watch it unfold” “If you do this for me…no matter the outcome…I promise I will never pressure you into anything again. It’s the same thing, except it’s a person matching you up…not some software.” Vanessa took a deep breath and considered her next words carefully. That’s better than those apps you kids use these days…and also, you are not going to tell me you’ve never used Tinder or one of those sites. “Lucy, she comes very highly recommended. “A matchmaker ?!! What is this.the 1950s?! Mom, this is the most backwards, archaic thing I’ve ever heard of in my life!” Lucy rubbed her hands over her face and inhaled deeply. At least it will make us feel better with you having such a high stress and dangerous job if at least you have someone to come home to every night…won’t you at least consider it? Please …” Vanessa pleaded with her daughter. We just want you to find someone and get married someday. eventually … eventually I accepted it….can’t you just do this one thing for me? Your father and I have been talking…we are the only parents amongst our friends with no grandkids and no prospect in sight. Lucy, I’m compromising here! I accepted your decision to go into the police academy…”. “I knew you would never agree to it so I decided to take a chance. The tires made a high pitched screeching sound as Vanessa’s torso jerked forward and was caught by her seatbelt. “You did what?!” Lucy glared at her mom as she slammed on the brakes of her old orange Datsun.
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