Vesper Molina

“Well, I just remember that at the end of the day I get to arrive home without any children to come home to. It gets lonely but the next day I’m back at it again, they’re like my kids.”

“Just don’t let their parents hear you say that. They might go a bit loony. I still don’t envy you. When I come home, I, at least, have my family members to come home to... -- Yes, that means I still live with my parents. I just didn’t see the reason to move out, as long as they were offering me free room and board. Only place you find that in Arcadia is in homeless shelters.”

“Well that’s kind of sad, can you cook?! If you can cook, you can totally work with me at the bakery, where there’s no bad people and they’re so lovable.”

“Probably would’ve died, otherwise. I’d love to work for you but wouldn’t that require... Y’know, moving? I mean, if there was a branch of your bakery in Arcadia, that’d be perfect.”

“Jesus. And this is why I can’t stand people.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Well, that sounds personal…” 

“And now, I can see why you’re on this website.”

“what’s up buttercup?”

“Just have an asshole for a boss. I suppose a lot of people have that complaint, however.”

“Well, why do you still work there then?”

“Because, in this economy, I’m lucky to have a job at all. In a perfect world, I’d marry rich, have a trust fund of my own and a couple of kids to care for. So far, only one of those three things have happened and ideally, I wouldn’t work but I’d probably go stir-crazy if I didn’t get out of the house on a regular basis.”

“I just can’t see them that way. Not sure why I can’t. I mean, they’re all good looking men who ride horses, drink beer and don’t get manipedis done but… Well, you get the point, right? They’re the kind of guys that could probably make me feel like a woman and that’s all fine and dandy but only in those cheesy Harlequin romance novels. I don’t want a guy that can hogtie me and fuck me ten ways to Sunday. I want a guy I connect with a lot more than physically. I know this will probably sound corny but there are over seven billion people in the world and I want to be able to meet one that my heart and body both rejoice when I’m around, rather than just my lady parts.”

“And I thought I had problems... Look, sweet pea, what you want, you might not find online. For all you know, the ever elusive one could be sitting at home in Austin, waiting for you to pick up the phone. You ignoring his phone calls or whatever have you isn’t helping your case any. You just seem like a frigid bitch and that’s not productive... At least, not in regards to you wanting to find someone to settle down with. You need to get off that high horse of yours and do something with your life, apart from typing and going keyboard warrior on people you don’t even know. Do you go to school or do  you skate by on good looks and charm? If it’s the latter, you need to pull your pretty, little head out of that tight, little ass of yours and get with the program.”

“And why is that?” 

“You mean, apart from the fact my boss is a chauvinistic pig?”

“Ah I feel you on that, I’m a teacher and I honestly feel so old.”

“As much as I love and adore kids, I don’t think I could be a teacher. How do you manage?”

“Care to explain?”

“My boss is a chauvinistic pig who treats me like his personal pet and only hired me because he had to.”

“I really hope it gets better! What’s going on?”

“I do, too, but I have my doubts. What it amounts to is my boss is a chauvinistic pig that only hired me because he had to.”

“I’m not hiding, and I do have a life outside of a social networking site, believe it or not. It’s just… Have you seen the men in Austin? Hardly worth their salt. Most of them are goody-goody cowboys that want you to meet their mamaws on the first date. Not to mention, I grew up around a lot of the ones I know and that’d be like dating my brother. Last I checked, that’s not exactly a good thing.”

“Again, I can see your point, however... Have you considered that meeting the family isn’t necessarily a bad thing? You’d have a better understanding of whether or not you’d be able to connect on an intimate level but the brother issue is one that probably can’t be helped. The last time I saw my brother in his skivvies, I about lost the contents of my stomach and that’s not exactly what you want to go for if you plan on getting rowdy between the sheets.”

“Oh, no, I love froyo. I just don’t want to give someone the wrong impression and/or lead them on. I mean, you never know with some people. An innocent froyo date, in their warped, little minds, could potentially mean that I want to marry the person and that’s not true at all. I’m all about that chemistry.” 

“I can see your point but you won’t know they’re stark raving mad until you give it a shot. A girl your age, you should be taking down names and numbers and socializing until the crack of dawn, not hiding away on a social networking site, waiting for the ever elusive one to come to you.”

“Let me think about that for a second… Umm, no… Definitely not…”

“So, you don’t like froyo? That’s... Different.”

“What happened, you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just this whole adulting thing that sucks.”