Due to a childhood tragedy, Heather has a hard time dating and keeping a boyfriend. With her thirtieth birthday looming in the near future, her mother is determined to play matchmaker over the Christmas holiday. Not wanting her dating life to fall in the hands of the one who bore her, Heather is determined to find Mr. Right via the Classified ads. Time is short and the race is on. But if she'd slow down and open her heart, she might discover that love has been there all along.
Heather tapped her painted fingernails against the keyboard on her desk, staring at the blinking cursor. The white document empty. Her mind blank. How many times had she helped clients write their personal ads? Daily. Almost hourly. She was in charge of the Classifieds for the West County Times. It’s what she did and yet, she couldn’t do her own.
The phone rang.
She hit receive on the console and spoke into her microphone. “Classifieds Department. Heather speaking, how may I help you?”
The man cleared his throat before answering. “I’d like to place a personal ad.”
Heather grabbed a form from a tray on her desk and a pencil. “Your name?”
“How old are you?”
“I’m forty-six years old.”
“And what area do you live in?”
She wrote his answers on the form. “And what would you like your ad to say?”
“Witty, intelligent, self-made man looking to hang out with a woman who has a good sense-of-humor and doesn’t take herself too seriously. Who loves to travel and experience the great outdoors? Seeking a low-maintenance woman who isn’t in a hurry to get married.”
She wrote down his ad, and then took his contact number and credit card information. When she was finished, she hung up and sighed. How hard can it be? I’m obviously trying too hard. Okay, if I was my client, how would I help me?
She tapped the pencil on her chin.
I’d ask first who I am and then what was important. She tossed the pencil on her desk and returned to the computer. Typing she wrote:
Wanted: Boyfriend for Christmas…