“Stood up. Again,” says Barbara, plopping beside Iggy, her iguana. “Done. Only Werewolf smut from here on out.”
“Stop calling,” says Barbara after her matchmaker’s twentieth call.
“Barbara. He described you down to your big ears. One last date, and you’ll never be single again.”
*****
“What’s wrong?” asks the bartender as Barbara downs another shot.
“Stood up.”
When he laughs, Barbara prepares to end him. But he’s pointing across the bar. “Harry here was stood up, too. What are the odds?”
What are the odds? Harry is very hairy indeed. He grins. Her matchmaker was right after all.
