“Tracey with an ‘e’” Tracey said, holding out her hand out and smiling.
Graham knew full well it was Tracey with an ‘e’, He also knew that she liked horses, liked dancing and didn’t like short, middle-aged men call Graham.
He knew all this because he’d sent a message to Tracey with an ‘e’ on Match.com just three days ago, and had got a rather snotty, you are not what I am looking for reply.
If Tracey recognised him, then she was not showing it. He took her hand and shook it lightly and then returned to his computer screen showing her the kind of interest she’d shown him online. Malcolm whisked Tracey away for the rest of her guided tour. As she walked away Graham noticed she had a star tattoo behind her ear. The stupid cow was like a walking baby mobile. As he watch her shapely figure walk away, he hoped he’d have little to do with Tracey with an ‘e’.
Graham wanted to hate Tracey, he really wanted to, but it was impossible. She was exactly what her online profile described her as; bubbly, friend, funny, cute.
You are not what I am looking for, he thought. “I’d love to,” he said. But now he had one problem, should he tell her she’d rejected him on the dating website.