**A FEATURED STORY ON WATTPAD**
Amanda insists on finding love in real life to offset her predominately online existence; Ian calculates his way towards potential dates with probabilities and statistics. Only hilarity and a cast of lively characters...
When she was out of sight, Mouth finished his sentence. "I prefer older, Delta-like women." Snapping out of his momentary trance, he added, "And I was just trying to see if I could break Microsoft's coding to keep Zo sounding innocent and politically correct."
"So--it was all in the name of research?" Sloth asked, a snicker tacked on the end of his statement.
"Yes," Mouth insisted. "It was just data collection for shits and giggles." He paused for a moment and directed his attention towards Ian. A grin lit up his face. "Speaking of shits and giggles, did you check out that link I sent you?"
"Not yet," Ian replied, turning to face his computer once more. "What was it?"
Sloth and Mouth scooted around their desks in their chairs like a couple of giant babies in self-propelled strollers. They shimmied their way to Ian's desk--sandwiching him like a pair of bookends.
Sloth slapped his hands together, then rubbed his palms furiously. "Load it up!"
[You can read the open letter on Amanda's profile: YoDaBestR2D2]
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**Amanda--Streets of Seattle**
With a Starbuck's mocha in hand, Amanda stared at her shoes as she slowly walked back to work. She dodged people on the Seattle sidewalk as they rushed here and there on their lunch breaks--everyone staring at phones like zombies while munching on lunches-to-go.
Amanda took a sip of her mocha, followed by a deep breath in. You're perfect, she tried to persuade herself into believing like her friends had recommended. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
Convincing herself she was already whole felt like an impossible mission, but she made efforts to do it anyway. Immediately following her memorable encounter with Safeway Guy on Sunday, Amanda went home and straightened up her condo. She'd read enough self-help books in the past to know removing the chaos in her outer world was the first step towards cleansing the chaos in her inner world. Normally, Amanda would've been too mentally and physically exhausted to attempt the immense task of cleaning the hazardous wasteland she dwelled in, but last Sunday was different somehow. For a brief period, Amanda felt optimistic and energized. It was as though she'd been touched by some sort of cleaning magic. Although, in this case, it might've been a cleaning jinx.
In the few days that followed her condo cleanup, Amanda tackled another aspect of her outer world that needed some tender love and care--her physical appearance. She plucked her eyebrows. Painted her toes. Trimmed the hedge down in her secret garden. She even shaved her legs despite the fact it was almost winter. On this particular day, Amanda also added a bit of makeup to her face. While most of her body renovations were on parts most would never see, they still had the subconscious power to make Amanda hold her head a tad bit higher than usual. Although, in Amanda's case, a tad bit higher still meant her head was facing downwards.
