Love. That's what people want but a only a few get, and sometimes not everyone can find it. For some people love is that spark, that zing that one find with something called, love at first sight. For others love is something bought with a brilliant diamond ring and lavish wedding, and everything on the surface is perfect, but underneath there's a storm brewing. For others, love is simply lost or taken in an instant or over time. This is the category I live in.
My name is Charlie Faye, and I live in the tiny little village of Appleby Texas, where there there's a somebody for everybody, all except for me. See I've literally been single for a majority of my life, I've never been kissed, never held hands with somebody, never done anything. Total interesting love life I know. Even now at twenty-five I'm still as single as a penny and everybody in town knows it. Here in Appleby news spreads like wild-fire, and it wasn't before long that people began whispering "Did you here Miss Charlotte still hasn't found a man?" or "What is that foolish girl thinking? Don't she know her eggs are dying?" and my favorite, "Do you think she's batting for the other team?" Yeah no. Of course it doesn't help that I am a working woman and not only that I work for the local newspaper where all the men work. People just love hearing that a young woman works in the man's world, not really. No hates it more than my mother and her family.
My parents married really young and had me and my older brother Larry. They divorced at twenty and twenty-two, and then both of them remarried five years after that. My momma (Bea) married Aaron, and had my younger sisters Katie and Lorena, and my baby brother Sebastian. My dad (George) married Julie and had the twins Tommy and Alex. As we grew up my family decided to grow even more as my older brother married his high school sweetheart Victoria and had their three kids Cory, Melody and Isabel, and my sister Katie ran off to get married to some motorcycle repair guy and had their son Grady. To add a few extra bodies both my half brothers have girlfriends and my sister Lorena is engaged to some guy she met in college, I think his name is James or Jack or Jim, I dunno at least I think it starts with a "J". Anyways my point is that everyone in my family has already started their life while I'm still trying to live mine, and being part of such a colorful and cultural family, being single was not okay.
Being the oldest daughter, my mother had this dream vision for my all laid out, then I went along and did the opposite. My mother desperately wanted me to get married quit my job and start a family. I can't tell you how many times she tried to get me to go out with her friend's sons, grandsons, nephews, relatives, you name it. Not only was my mother trying to get me out there, but my sisters, step-mom and in-laws were all itching to get me fixed up with one of their friends or relatives. One night we had one of our many family dinners at my mom's house and my sister-in-law Victoria decided to mention a good friend of her cousins or other was in town. Before she could say anything else everyone and their dog, suddenly had a "friend" coming in to town. I call Bull.
"That's nice." I said to her as I cut my steak. I caught my mother eying my plate with disgust as all the women around me were eating fresh garden salad. No thank you, I will not put rabbit food into my stomach, Lord help if one of those ghastly green things enters my digestive system.
"Oh Charlotte you have to meet him! He works in stock in New York!" she said batting her hazel eyes.
"Oh boy a business man." I teased causing her to flush a pink color. She turned to my brother, insisting he help her on this.
"Why don't you call him up Victoria and we'll double date." he said lazily.
I choked on my potato as I stared at him, he grinned.
"It'll be fun." he said still grinning as if his birthday had just come early.
I rolled my eyes and muttered "Perfect."
I pray that my nieces don't turn into their momma, Victoria's uncanny habit of match making has driven me far over the line.
"His name is Collin Bell, and guess what he's British!"
I groaned and turned to my brother Sebastian to fill my wine glass. Now most girls like a foreign Fabio, and trust me I like an accent as much as the next girl, but my last boyfriend was British-yes I haven't been totally honest I had a relationship about four years ago, long story, we'll get to that later-and I don't think I ever stopped loving him.