The Fairy Dust Collection
Copyright Allison Lynne 2013
Published at Smashwords
Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental
A Fairy Good Match
When two people meet and fall in love, there's a sudden rush of magic. -Tom Robbins
Katelyn valiantly tried to focus on the one sided conversation but her mind insisted on wandering. Subconsciously she even caught herself trying to hear the discussion taking place in the booth behind her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the food at Italian Garden. No, she loved their dishes. It was her date. The sound of his self-absorbed monologue had already driven her to a second glass of wine, something she never drank in excess.
Katelyn had all but given up on finding her perfect match. Her current date was the result of an online dating service. Actually, her current date was strike three for the dating service. The first “match” was a financial analyst who was obviously married to his job and merely begrudged time for relationships rather than enjoy them. The second “match” was a fitness trainer who had nothing positive to say about her curvy womanly physique. This date however was the pinnacle of yuck. Seymore was a data entry clerk by day, but obviously considered himself a computer gaming wonder by night. Every statement he had made thus far had only involved World of Doom or Quest for the Kingdom. He obviously never even took the time to look at himself in the mirror. His haircut appeared to have been done by a two year old. And he had neck hair swirling down the back of his collar. Long, swirling, animated neck hair. How could he miss that in his daily grooming routine?