Blind-Date Baby by Fiona Harper Read Free Book Online
Authors: Fiona Harper
potions, clothes borrowed from Daisy and clothes Daisy had returned.
There was no point trying to go to sleep. Not going to happen.
She fetched Daisy’s laptop and took it into the sitting room,where she collapsed onto the sofa with it. Once it had booted up, she logged into Blinddatebrides.com.
Blinddatebrides.com is running 12 chat rooms, 36 private Instant Messaging conferences, and 4233 members are online. Chat with your dating prospects now!
Grace clicked on the ‘New to the site’ chatroom where she’d found Kangagirl and Sanfrandani earlier on, but none of the names listed in the conversation were theirs. She shook her head. It had to be midday in Australia and she had absolutely no idea what time it would be on the west coast of America. Sanfrandani was probably fast asleep.
She was about to turn the blasted machine off when it beeped at her and a little window popped up.
Kangagirl is inviting you to a private IM conference. Click OK to accept the invitation.
Grace didn’t hesitate. Another window popped up.
Kangagirl: You’re back! Tell us how it went!
Englishcrumpet: Us?
Sanfrandani: I’m here too!
Englishcrumpet: Shouldn’t you be in bed?
Sanfrandani: LOL! Only if I want to get fired. It’s three o’clock in the afternoon!
Englishcrumpet: Oh.
Kangagirl: So…
Sanfrandani: Yes! Juicy details please!
Juicy details indeed. There were no juicy details. It had just been a kiss.
Yeah, right. And caramel moccachino was just plain coffee.
Englishcrumpet: We had dinner and coffee and then he left.
Sanfrandani: The question is: are you going to see him again?
Englishcrumpet: I don’t think so.
Kangagirl: Didn’t he ask?
Grace’s fingers hovered above the keys. It was so tempting just to type no and save herself all the post-mortems. But these girls had been really helpful when she’d needed them this morning and she just couldn’t lie to them.
Englishcrumpet: He asked. I said no.
Kangagirl: What was he like?
Sanfrandani: Big fat loser?
Grace shook her head. That would have been so much easier. She’d been out to a beautiful restaurant with a charming, cultured man, who kissed like a dream, and she’d done a runner? How did she explain that without seeming stark raving bonkers?
Englishcrumpet: I don’t think we were a good match.
He was too…
Kangagirl: Boring?
Sanfrandani: Old?
Kangagirl: Weird?
Sanfrandani: Big-headed?
Kangagirl: Come on, Englishcrumpet! Help us out here!
She blew out a breath. None of those descriptions applied to Noah. How did she put it into words?
Englishcrumpet: He was too much of a ‘grown-up’.
Too much of a lot of things, but that was all she could put her finger on right now.
Kangagirl: And you—if you don’t mind me asking—are the grand old age of…?
Sanfrandani: Kangagirl! You can’t ask that!
Kangagirl: I’m Australian. It’s practically my birthright to be blunt.
Englishcrumpet: I’m…thirty-ten.
Kangagirl: Huh?
Englishcrumpet: Think of 30 and add 10. I refuse to use the ‘f’ word.
Sanfrandani: Crumpet, you’re a hoot!
Kangagirl: What was he, then? A senior citizen?
Englishcrumpet: It was more about lifestyle than about age. I hang out with my daughter and her teenage friends. So I like takeaways and bad horror movies and reading Cosmo. He was a foodie, into opera and military history books.
Kangagirl: Not your cup of tea, Crumpet?
Englishcrumpet: Very funny!
Sanfrandani: So…your search for true love hit a road bump?
Grace typed the next reply so fast she surprised herself.
Englishcrumpet: I’m not looking for true love.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. The cursor just blinked at her.
Sanfrandani: Don’t believe in it?
Kangagirl: You’re on the wrong website, then!
Englishcrumpet: I do believe in true love, it’s just…
How did she explain? She knew true love existed, because she’d had it with Rob.
Englishcrumpet: I just don’t think you can have that kind of connection twice in
There was no point trying to go to sleep. Not going to happen.
She fetched Daisy’s laptop and took it into the sitting room,where she collapsed onto the sofa with it. Once it had booted up, she logged into Blinddatebrides.com.
Blinddatebrides.com is running 12 chat rooms, 36 private Instant Messaging conferences, and 4233 members are online. Chat with your dating prospects now!
Grace clicked on the ‘New to the site’ chatroom where she’d found Kangagirl and Sanfrandani earlier on, but none of the names listed in the conversation were theirs. She shook her head. It had to be midday in Australia and she had absolutely no idea what time it would be on the west coast of America. Sanfrandani was probably fast asleep.
She was about to turn the blasted machine off when it beeped at her and a little window popped up.
Kangagirl is inviting you to a private IM conference. Click OK to accept the invitation.
Grace didn’t hesitate. Another window popped up.
Kangagirl: You’re back! Tell us how it went!
Englishcrumpet: Us?
Sanfrandani: I’m here too!
Englishcrumpet: Shouldn’t you be in bed?
Sanfrandani: LOL! Only if I want to get fired. It’s three o’clock in the afternoon!
Englishcrumpet: Oh.
Kangagirl: So…
Sanfrandani: Yes! Juicy details please!
Juicy details indeed. There were no juicy details. It had just been a kiss.
Yeah, right. And caramel moccachino was just plain coffee.
Englishcrumpet: We had dinner and coffee and then he left.
Sanfrandani: The question is: are you going to see him again?
Englishcrumpet: I don’t think so.
Kangagirl: Didn’t he ask?
Grace’s fingers hovered above the keys. It was so tempting just to type no and save herself all the post-mortems. But these girls had been really helpful when she’d needed them this morning and she just couldn’t lie to them.
Englishcrumpet: He asked. I said no.
Kangagirl: What was he like?
Sanfrandani: Big fat loser?
Grace shook her head. That would have been so much easier. She’d been out to a beautiful restaurant with a charming, cultured man, who kissed like a dream, and she’d done a runner? How did she explain that without seeming stark raving bonkers?
Englishcrumpet: I don’t think we were a good match.
He was too…
Kangagirl: Boring?
Sanfrandani: Old?
Kangagirl: Weird?
Sanfrandani: Big-headed?
Kangagirl: Come on, Englishcrumpet! Help us out here!
She blew out a breath. None of those descriptions applied to Noah. How did she put it into words?
Englishcrumpet: He was too much of a ‘grown-up’.
Too much of a lot of things, but that was all she could put her finger on right now.
Kangagirl: And you—if you don’t mind me asking—are the grand old age of…?
Sanfrandani: Kangagirl! You can’t ask that!
Kangagirl: I’m Australian. It’s practically my birthright to be blunt.
Englishcrumpet: I’m…thirty-ten.
Kangagirl: Huh?
Englishcrumpet: Think of 30 and add 10. I refuse to use the ‘f’ word.
Sanfrandani: Crumpet, you’re a hoot!
Kangagirl: What was he, then? A senior citizen?
Englishcrumpet: It was more about lifestyle than about age. I hang out with my daughter and her teenage friends. So I like takeaways and bad horror movies and reading Cosmo. He was a foodie, into opera and military history books.
Kangagirl: Not your cup of tea, Crumpet?
Englishcrumpet: Very funny!
Sanfrandani: So…your search for true love hit a road bump?
Grace typed the next reply so fast she surprised herself.
Englishcrumpet: I’m not looking for true love.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. The cursor just blinked at her.
Sanfrandani: Don’t believe in it?
Kangagirl: You’re on the wrong website, then!
Englishcrumpet: I do believe in true love, it’s just…
How did she explain? She knew true love existed, because she’d had it with Rob.
Englishcrumpet: I just don’t think you can have that kind of connection twice in
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