Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2018 9:21:21 GMT -7
Deciding to submit her personal information to a matchmaking service was either the smartest or the dumbest thing that she had ever done, and Tamatha wasn't sure which. In some ways, she hoped, it would be easier. If she were matched with someone by what she was interested in and what she was like as a person, then it would cut out the part of her that was a half-Veela. While it would make it easier to find a serious relationship, the words "serious" and "relationship" had never exactly gone together for her. Because of her Veela blood, she was used to being able to attract almost anyone who could have been attracted to her, so it was very different not to be reliant on that. Whomever she got matched with would hopefully like her for her, rather than because she was an unnaturally attractive woman, which was more frightening for her than she knew that it should have been.
Please, she thought, whoever the guy was, let him be an interesting person. Also, someone who didn't want her for her body right away would have been nice—but who was she trying to fool? It was still a blind date; he'd see her and be drawn in before she spoke a single word. Even though Tamatha refused to get her hopes up too high for the date, she wasn't going to give up on it before she had even shown up. There was always the chance that maybe it wouldn't be a complete waste, and maybe the guy would have potential if the matchmaker was any good at his job.
Although she probably could have gone on her date wearing just about anything without concern for how she would be perceived by her match, she was still going to make the effort. Looking over the letter that she had received from the matchmaker once more, she saw a word that she had missed before: rollerskiing.
She knew what rollerskating was, and she knew what skiing was, but "rollerskiing"? What was she supposed to wear to rollerski, and what in the world was she supposed to be doing on her date? It was either rollerskating or skiing—she had never heard of a combination thereof—but the winter weather made it easier than it might have been otherwise to put together an outfit.
Satisfied that she had drawn a balance between style and function in her athletic wear, Tamatha left home for Hyde Park, the location that had been specified by Blishwick Matchmaking. She felt a little bit ridiculous looking around for any sign of rollerskiing, so she eventually had to ask a No-Maj family that was passing by. They mentioned having seen something about that and so she thanked them, walking in the direction that they had indicated to her—apparently, the meeting place itself was a car park?
It was no problem, really, aside from the obvious: Tamatha had never rollerskiied in her life and was prepared to make a fool of herself. Once she got to the car park, she used the need to pull her hair back into a ponytail as an excuse to look around to see if she could figure out who her date was—and whether or not bailing on him completely before she had to fill out some sort of liability waiver was still an option for her.
@jim
Please, she thought, whoever the guy was, let him be an interesting person. Also, someone who didn't want her for her body right away would have been nice—but who was she trying to fool? It was still a blind date; he'd see her and be drawn in before she spoke a single word. Even though Tamatha refused to get her hopes up too high for the date, she wasn't going to give up on it before she had even shown up. There was always the chance that maybe it wouldn't be a complete waste, and maybe the guy would have potential if the matchmaker was any good at his job.
Although she probably could have gone on her date wearing just about anything without concern for how she would be perceived by her match, she was still going to make the effort. Looking over the letter that she had received from the matchmaker once more, she saw a word that she had missed before: rollerskiing.
She knew what rollerskating was, and she knew what skiing was, but "rollerskiing"? What was she supposed to wear to rollerski, and what in the world was she supposed to be doing on her date? It was either rollerskating or skiing—she had never heard of a combination thereof—but the winter weather made it easier than it might have been otherwise to put together an outfit.
Satisfied that she had drawn a balance between style and function in her athletic wear, Tamatha left home for Hyde Park, the location that had been specified by Blishwick Matchmaking. She felt a little bit ridiculous looking around for any sign of rollerskiing, so she eventually had to ask a No-Maj family that was passing by. They mentioned having seen something about that and so she thanked them, walking in the direction that they had indicated to her—apparently, the meeting place itself was a car park?
It was no problem, really, aside from the obvious: Tamatha had never rollerskiied in her life and was prepared to make a fool of herself. Once she got to the car park, she used the need to pull her hair back into a ponytail as an excuse to look around to see if she could figure out who her date was—and whether or not bailing on him completely before she had to fill out some sort of liability waiver was still an option for her.
@jim