complained about her long hours and her total commitment to Artistic License, and sheâd told him that wasnât likely to change.
âI found an ad in the Seattle Weekly for a dating service,â Donnalee announced.
Hallie groaned. As far as she was concerned, only people who were desperate resorted to dating services. She didnât even want to think about the kind of men who applied to meet women that way. âYouâre joking, right?â
âYou promised youâd hear me out.â
Hallie closed her eyes and prayed for patience. âOkay, okay. Tell me all about it and then Iâll tell you Iâm not interested.â
âThis is different.â
âThey use videos, right?â
âNo,â Donnalee said indignantly. âWould you kindly listen?â
âSorry.â
âYou and I are successful businesswomen. Most men are intimidated by women like us.â
Hallie wasnât convinced that was true, but didnât say so.
âIn my case, Iâve been married once and it was a disaster.â
âThat was over thirteen years ago.â
âSoon itâll be fifteen and then twenty, and my whole life will have passed me by. All because I made a stupid mistake when I was barely out of my teens. Hallie, I want a man in my life.â
âThe whole nine yards,â Hallie added.
âChildren, the house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. Cat, dog, family vacations. I canât believe Iâve put it off this long! Iâd probably still be putting it off if you hadnât come up with your plan.â
âYouâre saying you want me to contact a dating service, too?â
âWould you listen, darn it? First you have to apply and if youâre accepted, you pay a hefty fee and theyâll arrange for you to meet a suitable match. One on the same financial level as you, whose personality fits yours. The woman I talked to claims theyâre very selective and only take on a certain number of clients. If youâre accepted, the company is committed to finding you a match.â
âHow hefty is the fee?â Hallie had recently forked over fifteen hundred bucks on exercise equipment. So much for paying off her credit cards.
Donnalee hesitated a moment. âTwo grand.â
âTwo thousand dollars!â
âYup.â
âI damn well better get a date with Brad Pitt for that.â
Donnalee laughed. âBrad wouldnât date someone as old as either of us.â
Her friendâs words were of little comfort. âYou arenât serious, are you?â For that kind of money Hallie figured she could have liposuction and forget the treadmill and the dieting.
âYup,â Donnalee said with a hint of defiance. âIâm thirty-three. I donât have as much time as you. If this agency can help me find a decent man, then Iâd consider the money well spent.â
âYou are serious.â
âJust think of it as a shortcut.â
Hallie still wasnât sold. âI havenât actually started looking yet.â Using a dating service felt like waving a white flag before sheâd even stepped onto the battlefield. Surrendering without so much as a token effort.
âWhat are you going to do, wear a sandwich board that says AVAILABLE in big black letters?â Donnalee asked.
âDonât be ridiculous.â
âYouâve had your entire life to find a husband, and you havenât. What makes you think itâs going to be different now?â
âBecause Iâm ready.â This probably wasnât the time to remind her friend that sheâd had relationships over the years, the most promising one with Gregg. While it was true that those relationships had grown fewer and fewer, and her social life had become rather dull, sheâd barely noticed, working the hours she did. However, since the first of the year, sheâd taken measures to correct that,