The Matchmaker

Taking Things Into My Own Hands

I decided that I was going to have a nice little talk with Dawn. The day after the party, I put on some shorts and a T-shirt and ran to Dawn's house. I rung the doorbell. "Hello?" It was Dawn's mom. "Oh, hi! Is Dawn here?" I asked. Dawn's mom called for her and Dawn came rushing down. As soon as her mom left, I sighed. "WHY DID YOU GIVE THAT GUY MY NUMBER!" I yelped. "Oh, he asked." She started going back into her house. "That is NOT OK!" I exclaimed. "He's my enemy!" I said. Dawn stepped back in surprise. "He ruined my dress!" I exclaimed. "Oh." She replied.

Back at my house, I flipped my computer open and wrote some posts on my booming blog. I answered some questions and requests. Then one caught my eye:

Dear MatchMaker,
I thank you SO much for your advise! I talked to this one girl and she really seemed to like me!
From, Advise Asker

I jumped up and down with excitement. My master advise had once again worked! I was so happy. Now I had Mr. I'm-so-sorry-I-spilled-punch-on-you guy to deal with. Now that I had his number, I could talk to him. I put his contact username as weirdo ( haha ) :

Lindsay: hi
Weirdo: hi
Lindsay: -_-
Weirdo: ?
Lindsay: this is awkward
Weirdo: yup
Lindsay: kk bye.
Weirdo: bye

That was really weird. I didn't know what to say. I was so angry at him. I called Dawn and told her all about it. She said she was sorry that she gave him my number and I forgave her. ANYWAYS, she asked me for some advise. Apparently she really likes the guy from the party (aka brown hair green eyes dude) and she needed help. I just told her to ask him to meet up for the movies or something. She was really excited. Now, I was going to take things into my own hands and meet up somewhere with Mr. Sorry-I-spilled-punch-on-you.