~BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW~

I was always opposed to dating websites, but my friends finally convinced me to the fullest consent.

So now, I'm sitting here, on a Saturday night, in my living room.

All of my friends have boyfriends, I need one.

I just created my account:

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Name: Bella

Age: 23

Orientation: Straight

Single

Since I graduated from Washington State University, my friends always nagged me to get a boyfriend. It seems lame, but the only way was--yup you guessed it: eHarmony.

Right now I'm searching for someone but, I'm not having any luck.

Wait, I might have someone.

I just clicked the profile, and it's loading up.

He is so hot.

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Name: Edward

Age: 24

Orientation: straight

Single

I just sent him a message. It read:

I saw your profile. Your kinda cute.

Wanna hang out some time?

-Bella.

I know it sounds desperate, and stalker-ish but I really am desperate.

I decided to got to bed.

When I woke up I decided to check my email.

Jessica:

Hey Bella, still haven't found a boyfriend yet?

I replied:

No jess, but I'm looking.

I had another message, but it was on eHarmony.

It said:

Hey I saw your profile too. Thank-you, I think your really pretty as well.

Sure we can hang out, where should we go?

-Edward

Well at least I know he answered.

I replied back:

Um, how about the park, on 30th street?

-Bella

I felt sorta confident after I sent the last message.

About an hour later I got a message back.

Sure, how about today at 5?

I'll be there for sure.

-Edward

Ok, now it was set in stone. He for sure was going to be there.

It's 2, so I have 3 hours to get ready for the date. My first date in years.

I immediately called Jessica over. She's a pro at dating. Her and Mike have been dating since 8th grade, almost 10 years.

"Bella, I can't believe you have a date. Isn't it your first in years?"

"Yeah, and don't bring it up again."

"Sorry. And I've picked out an outfit for you."

"What is it?"

She held up a short skirt, and a tank top.

"No." I yelled.

"You have to."

"Fine."

I showered and put on the clothes.

Jess fixed my hair so it was curly, but not too curly.

She put my make-up on, but I didn't like it at all.