Bloomfield
just asked for my phone number. Eeeh!
Mine
.”
I laughed. “And did you totally hear the way he asked for
it? Hello? Can we say pickup line?” I
mimicked his deeper voice, “Oh, Hannah, can I have you cell
number in case I come up with any pickup lines?”
Hannah giggled. “I know—I was so thinking we’ve
got to get the book and add that one.”
“Definitely an original. I don’t think many guys
use pickup lines as an excuse to pick up girls.”
“You were so right Emma. I can’t believe how much
he likes me. Did you hear him go off about that painting?
It was
crazy.
”
I watched Hannah excitedly twirl around the entranceway and I gave
myself a mental pat on the back.
Phase Three has begun.
You know, I should seriously
think about starting my own matchmaking business. Who knows
maybe one day I’ll have my own website.
“Okay, that’s the guy I’ve been telling you
about this whole time.”
I tried to follow Hannah’s finger as she pointed to the
allusive Martin Roberts. This time I had tagged along with her
before lunch when she went to meet the guy. It became obvious
that I needed to when she mentioned this paragon of manliness usually
came and spoke to her then. Since she seemed practically gaga
over him, I decided it was wise for me to check him out.
I
mean, we definitely didn’t want anything to scare Elton
Bloomfield away.
“Where?” I asked. I still didn’t see anyone
remotely resembling her description of Martin Roberts, Farmington New
Mexico’s president of Future Farmers of America.
“Are you kidding me?” she gasped. “You can’t
see him? That guy right there. Look again. I’m
pointing right at him.”
“Do you mean—?”
“Yikes! He’s coming over. He must’ve
seen me pointing. How do I look?”
Ugh. No wonder why I
didn’t see him straight away. He wears a cowboy hat for
Pete’s sake. That is so Coyote Ugly turn-of-the century.
–I mean who does that nowadays?
“Good afternoon, ladies. Hannah.”
I wasn’t impressed. Okay, yeah, so he had an accent.
I mean, who doesn’t love a little country twang every now and
then, but he definitely wasn’t as hot as Hannah had made him
out to be. I glanced at my friend and stopped just short of
rolling my eyes.
She was lost. Completely. Utterly and hopelessly lost.
It looked like male cowboy types are her thing.
–Er,
were her thing!
“Hi, Martin.” Hannah giggled at him.
I watched his grin grow as Martin bashfully dropped his eyes a moment
before he looked straight at Hannah. “Man. You’re
lookin’ real nice today, Hannah. Prettier than I’ve
ever seen ya.”
“Thanks!” She blushed. “It’s all
Emma’s doing, actually. She helped me fix my hair.”
It was good to hear Hannah’s voice. Apparently she had
managed to stay afloat better than I thought. At least she
wasn’t speechless, or anything.
“Emma?” He turned his green eyes on me. “Oh?”
I still wasn’t impressed. He definitely wasn’t
worthy of Hannah’s notice, not when she practically had Elton
drooling over her. My thoughts must’ve shown on my face,
because Martin gave me a funny look and glanced back at Hannah.
“Uh—well, your hair does look nice, I guess.”
He shrugged his shoulders and worked a crooked grin. “Course,
I’ve always thought it was nice.” He glanced away a
moment, careful not to look at me
just asked for my phone number. Eeeh!
Mine
.”
I laughed. “And did you totally hear the way he asked for
it? Hello? Can we say pickup line?” I
mimicked his deeper voice, “Oh, Hannah, can I have you cell
number in case I come up with any pickup lines?”
Hannah giggled. “I know—I was so thinking we’ve
got to get the book and add that one.”
“Definitely an original. I don’t think many guys
use pickup lines as an excuse to pick up girls.”
“You were so right Emma. I can’t believe how much
he likes me. Did you hear him go off about that painting?
It was
crazy.
”
I watched Hannah excitedly twirl around the entranceway and I gave
myself a mental pat on the back.
Phase Three has begun.
You know, I should seriously
think about starting my own matchmaking business. Who knows
maybe one day I’ll have my own website.
“Okay, that’s the guy I’ve been telling you
about this whole time.”
I tried to follow Hannah’s finger as she pointed to the
allusive Martin Roberts. This time I had tagged along with her
before lunch when she went to meet the guy. It became obvious
that I needed to when she mentioned this paragon of manliness usually
came and spoke to her then. Since she seemed practically gaga
over him, I decided it was wise for me to check him out.
I
mean, we definitely didn’t want anything to scare Elton
Bloomfield away.
“Where?” I asked. I still didn’t see anyone
remotely resembling her description of Martin Roberts, Farmington New
Mexico’s president of Future Farmers of America.
“Are you kidding me?” she gasped. “You can’t
see him? That guy right there. Look again. I’m
pointing right at him.”
“Do you mean—?”
“Yikes! He’s coming over. He must’ve
seen me pointing. How do I look?”
Ugh. No wonder why I
didn’t see him straight away. He wears a cowboy hat for
Pete’s sake. That is so Coyote Ugly turn-of-the century.
–I mean who does that nowadays?
“Good afternoon, ladies. Hannah.”
I wasn’t impressed. Okay, yeah, so he had an accent.
I mean, who doesn’t love a little country twang every now and
then, but he definitely wasn’t as hot as Hannah had made him
out to be. I glanced at my friend and stopped just short of
rolling my eyes.
She was lost. Completely. Utterly and hopelessly lost.
It looked like male cowboy types are her thing.
–Er,
were her thing!
“Hi, Martin.” Hannah giggled at him.
I watched his grin grow as Martin bashfully dropped his eyes a moment
before he looked straight at Hannah. “Man. You’re
lookin’ real nice today, Hannah. Prettier than I’ve
ever seen ya.”
“Thanks!” She blushed. “It’s all
Emma’s doing, actually. She helped me fix my hair.”
It was good to hear Hannah’s voice. Apparently she had
managed to stay afloat better than I thought. At least she
wasn’t speechless, or anything.
“Emma?” He turned his green eyes on me. “Oh?”
I still wasn’t impressed. He definitely wasn’t
worthy of Hannah’s notice, not when she practically had Elton
drooling over her. My thoughts must’ve shown on my face,
because Martin gave me a funny look and glanced back at Hannah.
“Uh—well, your hair does look nice, I guess.”
He shrugged his shoulders and worked a crooked grin. “Course,
I’ve always thought it was nice.” He glanced away a
moment, careful not to look at me
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