Chapter Six
CHAPTER SIX
The whole time I was working on my essay for the Huffington Post, I was wishing I was at the baseball game with Alex. Why, why did I always have to be so dependable? Why did I always have to do what was right? Because you’re you, Annabeth. Oh, great. Now I was answering myself too.
I rubbed my face with the heels of my hands and tried to concentrate. With a sigh, I went back and reread the introduction I had written.
Waiting for Love: A 21st Century Spinster Speaks
Tell me if this sounds at all familiar. You aren’t even at a family event for five minutes when the questions start. “Where’s your boyfriend?” “How’s it possible that a pretty girl like you is still single?” “You aren’t getting any younger. When are you going to start having kids? Tick-tock.”
That l
