The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

could figure it out pretty fast when they knew.”

“I can’t imagine how that would feel.”

“Yeah.”

“I know it might seem odd, but of course members use

their profile name when talking online. You could maybe use a

different name, at least a different last name, until you got to

know someone. It would give you an idea of honest

compatibility and interest and then you could decide when you

wanted to tell them.”

“I’ve thought about that too. I just know there’s always

going to be this point where they find out and then it’s not

going to just be about me anymore. I feel like that’s always

going to prevent me from ever truly being with someone,

because I’ll always wonder if they actually want me or if it’s

just the cash.”

“Hmm.”

There isn’t any easy answer for this. For the first time

in my life, I’m glad I’m not rich. I never made it a life goal or

anything. I just thought that not having to stress over bills and

stretch your paycheck in twenty different directions must be

nice. I’ve never had to really think how being rich might suck

in many ways. I know fame would suck, at least I think it

would because I like my privacy, but I never really thought

how having money could affect your life adversely, even if

you lived pretty normally and were down to

earth about it.

I have to put a positive spin on this, no matter what I

think. It’s my job, and I really, really can’t afford to lose it.

“Let me think about that one. As hard as it is to say, I wouldn’t

discredit or mistrust everyone. I know there are often a lot of