Welcome to another delicious Sweet Saturday Samples.
Today, I’m excerpting again from Interior Designs. After several distractions from their real lives, Martha and Maeve are ready to launch “Maeve’s Plan.”
We met up with Maeve and Kirsten at our now favorite lunch spot near the theater.
Now that I was fairly sure that I wouldn’t run into Caroline and Zach, I could reclaim this bistro as our special haunt.
Maeve and Kirsten were seated at a table near the back when we arrived.
Soon Kirsten and Meadow were giggling and whispering, while Maeve studied me silently for a few moments. “Well? Have you decided?”
I knew what she was asking about, of course. I’d thought of little else in the past few days, except for the moments when I was focused on Meadow’s issues with Hal’s new family.
“I think I might be ready to give it a try,” I finally whispered, almost conspiratorially. “But are you sure that we can weed out the crazies along the way?” I laughed, but I didn’t feel all that secure about that part.
“Of course. Remember the rules: only meet in heavily populated public places; only share tidbits about your life; and never, ever give out your address. In fact, using a fictitious name might be the best way to go.”
Carefully considering what she’d said, I finally nodded. “Okay, then. Where do we start?”
She seemed really excited as she leaned in and spelled out the process. She had already investigated the sites and chosen the one she felt was best.
What she was proposing, of course, was creating a profile on one of the Internet dating sites. Personal ads. Had we sunk very low to even consider this?
But I soon felt the excitement surging upwards until it felt as though it would burst out of me.
Maeve had brought her laptop, which she now opened. She clicked to the chosen site and showed me how she had started creating her profile. I laughed when I saw that she had chosen Maven as her username.
“Isn’t that kind of close to your real name?”
“Well, I’ve listed my name as Macy. I thought I’d stick to “M” names, just in case. If someone I know sees me, it’s easy enough to explain the error of them calling me by the ‘wrong name.’ Have you thought of a username?”
“Oh, maybe something like…domestic diva,” I laughed.
She nodded, and then said: “How about Margaret for your fictitious name?”
So we started creating my profile, while the girls, unaware of our new adventure, ignored us while they continued sharing their own secrets.
Afterwards, we ordered lunch. An unusual quiet settled upon us like a thick winter cloak, as we thought about what we had decided to do. Now that we had the profiles “out there,” we just had to settle down and wait for the responses. I wondered if we’d get a lot of them, and how we would sort out the ones to which we’d respond.