Even if she didn't have to do it anymore, she liked the matchmaking part of her job the best so she always checked on the new members.
It was the last day before she would go on holiday and she had come in just to finish up some things. The only reason she had turned on her computer was automatism, and she was happy she had. Normally she did her work without any daydreaming, but she was most definitely daydreaming at this moment. And the reason was not her holiday but what was on the screen before her. The HLA markers from some guy in the states, a P. Harris. And he was a 98,4 mismatch to her. And that was a one in the world chance, it just wasn't statistically possible to have an over 80% mismatch, she certainly had never seen it before. And here he was, her 'dream man'. And she was single at the moment. Not much chance of meeting a nice guy at work, and beside work she did little that might attract males.
Plenty of guys at work, she was the only woman nerd in the bunch. But they all preferred the pretty blond receptionist types her friend and boss Jean-Jacques kept bringing in.
She was even pretty sure he only kept hiring those girls to keep the male nerds happy. And it worked.
Many matches without any HLA typing done. Just pure lust on the side of the male nerd and greed with the girls.
Because it was a very well paying job, and she made even more than the guys because she was part founder of the company and developer of the computer programming.
And she also had first pick of all the new members. As the only one, even if she, until now, never used it. To the amusement of Jean-Jacques. But this time she knew she wanted this P. Harris.
Come on, a 98,4 mismatch. That was a match made in heaven. And the rest of the genetic packet looked to good to be true too.
Tall, blue eyes, brown hair and long levity genes plenty, so unless he was actively trying to kill himself by very unhealthy living he had an other 40 years or so to go. He didn't even have any genes indicating a future cause of death. So it would be either an accident or simple old age.
Only he had signed on for an America only membership.
So she would have to soften him up first, and she had just the match to do it.
Marcy from Dallas. The only one they couldn't find a match for. It was a 68.7 % mismatch. And normally she wouldn't even consider it. She prided herself on her 90% success rate. And she never ever would send somebody on a date with less than 70% mismatch, but this time. All is fair in love and war. And she wanted this one for herself.
And Marcy didn't even succeed with a more than 75% mismatch, so this would be a safe bet.
She arranged the paper work, got Marcy's, and the travel companion Lindsy had found, travel arrangements herself. And that needed some work, because not many airlines are willing to transport someone who needs three seats and extra legroom, not to mention all the security hassle for the oxygen tanks Marcy needed. But she managed, and a lot faster and better than the pretty blond reception types could have handled it. Lindsy was sure Marcy was a very sweet lady with an amazing personality, but it was hard to look beyond the exterior. Her genes really didn't work for her.
The last thing she did before going on holiday was earmarking P. Harris his file for her eyes only. Let the games begin.
But first she had to go home for the holiday's and spend a full three hours in a room with her family.
She could pretty much write a scenario for the entire evening. First her mom would comment on the fact that she was to thin. She wasn't but never mind.
Than her father would ask what she was doing in Switzerland, she had explained for six times already. He never understood, because he didn't want too, he wanted her to be one of the pretty blond receptionist types, that was what he had raised her to be.
Than her gran would ask, in a very loud voice, (she used her so called hard hearing to dictate the party) if she was finally going to produce a great grandchild. Well no. Not during this life time, thank you very much.
After that her aunts would all go on about how you don't take a child but how it is a gift from God. And Lindsy agreed with that. Only she had decided a long time ago she didn't want any gifts like that. And if anybody were so dumb as to give her one, she would return it. Pronto.
She adopted two kids and that should be enough.
By then most of the grown ups would be drunk, or well on the way, her male cousins would start making indecent proposals to make a great-grandchild in their image to make granny happy, and she would make her escape. Claiming an emergency at work.
She had given herself a maximum time on family gatherings like this. 6 hours a year. And that was three hours for the holiday season. She just couldn't escape new years, and three hours at one birthday. And for that one she had chosen her dad's because it was in June. So six months to recover and prepare for the next one.
Thank god she worked in an other country and her family hated to travel.
She had been working in Switzerland now for 6 years, and it was at most 24 hours by car and only 4 by plane. And none of her family had ever been over. And she was fine with that.