**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...
If you don't actually believe you're perfect, Amanda thought, at least pretend you believe you're perfect. Fake it till you make it.
She stopped at a crosswalk with a group of people and made eye contact with a man standing next to her. She smiled at him, then thought to herself, Can you see how absolutely perfect I am, Guy on the Corner?
The man gave Amanda a quick once over, then returned his focus back to the electronic device he held in his hand.
Amanda cocked her head to the side and bit the inside of her cheek. Squinting at the stranger, she said, "Just so you know--I'm perfect."
With one eyebrow raised slightly higher than the other, the man glanced at Amanda with what appeared to be an expression of shock. He took a small step away from her and directed his focus immediately back to his handheld device.
When the pedestrian light signaled it was time to walk, Amanda exhaled a long sigh and watched as the people hurried across the street. Taking her own sweet time, she stepped off the curb and turned the dial on her mind-radio in search of an appropriate song to mumble on her way back to the bank. Her mental airwaves stopped on a Michael Buble classic.
Amanda spoke the song in a tone much sadder and slower than Buble's original tune. She wasn't in the mood to sing. Pretending she was perfectly happy exhausted her.
"[song] I'm not surprised, not everything lasts. I've broken my heart so many times, I've stopped keeping track."
Taking a deep breath, Amanda paused her Buble dialog. I'm soooo tired of pretending! What if pretending doesn't work? What if my heart turns to stone before happiness finds it?
Amanda batted her moist eyes with a fist covered in her shirt sleeve, attempting to prevent mascara leakage. This is why train wrecks don't wear fucking makeup!
Stepping up onto the curb on the other side of the street, she continued speaking the song in a voice barely above a whisper. "[song] I talk myself in. I talk myself out. I get all worked up then I let myself down."
A sixty-five-foot REI climbing wall located near the Space Needle caught Amanda's attention. She stopped for a moment and stared at the structure inside a tower of glass. "[song] I tried so very hard not to lose it. I came up with a million excuses--."
Why not a hiker or computer programmer? She thought to herself. Heck, why not a poly or DTF'er? Amanda crinkled her nose at the thought of a casual, meaningless or non-monogamous relationship based primarily on sex. She shook her head. Nope. Still a solid abso-fucking-lutely NOT on the last two.
A little bird tweeted in a nearby tree, pulling Amanda's wandering attention towards it. This isn't how my life was supposed to turn out, Birdie! Amanda whined from within as she watched the bird hop along a branch. At this age, my life was supposed to be--different. I should've had everything figured out by now.
"[song] I thought I thought of every possibility," she whispered to the feathered listener.
While Amanda sipped her mocha and watched the bird in the tree, the chaos of city life passed her by in every direction. It was as though life moved at a pace of a hundred miles an hour and Amanda wasn't fast enough to hitch a ride anywhere. With her eyes on the bird, she whispered, "[song] I know someday it'll all turn up." Then looking back down towards her shoes, she added, "It has to."
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