Three Adjectives Or Less

“Internet dating?” Jo asked, voice shaking with barely contained laughter. “Really?”

“Don’t judge me,” Remy whined, dropping her forehead down on the table. “I can feel you judging me.”

“Hey, the only judgment I see is coming from the person sitting in the booth. There’s nothing wrong with internet dating. Lots of people do it.”

“Yeah?” Remy cracked a skeptical eye in Jo’s direction. “Like who?” When Jo was silent for a beat too long, she nodded and stuffed her eyes back into the bend of her elbow. “As I thought.” She sighed, pulling a disgruntled face that no one could see. “Whatever happened to romance, Jo? People write books about it all the time. No one ever writes books about stuff like this.”

Jo chuckled. “People write books about what they want to happen, hon. Not about what actually happens.”

Remy laughed at that, sitting up again. “Very true. No one ever wrote a book about my life. An ad in the Village Voice, maybe. ‘Depressed dyke seeks girlfriend. Must be more gay than previous girlfriend. Ability to put up with obsessive compulsive behaviors a plus. Serious inquiries only. Yogis need not apply.’”