“Or, you can do like everyone else and set up a dating profile online.” Jada picks up her phone from the side of the couch. After a few taps and swipes, she hands it to me.
On the screen is a profile picture of her. Her gorgeous dark brown skin is glistening in the sunlight as she stands beside apool in a two-piece. I scroll through the rest of her pictures, and they are all just as stunning.
“All of you have this app?” I ask looking at the surrounding faces.
“Yep,” Pam says, sliding me her phone.
“I’m on a few apps,” Meagan chuckles.
“Me too,” Kyra adds.
I hand Jada her phone back before grabbing Pam’s. Her profile picture is one of her in a stunning cat suit that puts her curves on display. Her wild auburn curls were blowing in the wind. Both women’s pictures are stunning. If I were a guy surfing through profiles, I would definitely stop on theirs.
“I don’t even have a picture to post.”
“Lies,” Jada says. She picks up her phone and starts scrolling through it. She then stops and hands it to me.
There is a picture of me at one of our book clubs. My hair was down and swept to one shoulder. I had a playful smile on my face. The way the sun was hitting me, coupled with the lightness of my mood, made me look gorgeous.
“Don’t forget that picture on your Facebook when you had on that red dress,” Kyra adds.
Handing Jada back her phone, I let out a deep breath. I can’t believe I’m even considering this.
“I don’t even know where to start.” Leaning forward, I scrub a hand down my face.
“Well, honey, that’s what we’re here for. Let me see your phone?” Jada grabs my phone off the side table.
I quickly give her the passcode to unlock it. She taps a few times on the screen.
“Alright, we got you downloaded. Now let’s set up your preferences and profile. What are you looking for in a man?”
I thought for a moment, trying to summarize my type of partner in a few short words seemed daunting. But then Ithought about what I really liked. Not what sounded right or made sense to others.
“Someone funny,” I knew that was important. I realized a while ago that I didn’t laugh enough in my marriage. I want to laugh this time.
“He also needs to be kind and doesn’t mind hanging out at home watching TV. He has to be good with kids, obviously. And I like a man that’s good with his hands. Oh, and he has to have a romantic side.” I list all the character traits I love.
The room is silent. I look around at all the stoic faces.
“What?”
“It’s adorable how simple you are,” Destiny says, cupping her hands to her heart.
“Andrew may never say it, but I’m telling you. He lost a good thing when he left,” Pam adds.
I can’t help the smile that lifts my face. I like to think that she’s right, that one day my ex will realize how good I was to him, but I doubt he will. Besides, he’s moved on to the next.
I really appreciated this sisterhood.
I smile at the ladies sitting in my small living room with me. I lost a lot of friends after the divorce, but finding these women has shown me that those people who pulled away from me were never really my friends. And in their absence, I was able to find sisters.
The Ex
Chapter Three
Mitchell
“Have you heard from your mom yet?” I run my hands through Jacob’s hair, ruffling the dark blonde curls.
