My Knight Before Christmas

by Amanda P. Jones

Forty-five minutes had passed since we arrived in Felix’s backyard. They were by far the longest minutes of my life.

Felix hadn’t asked me a single question about myself tonight. What happened to all the good men in the world? The ones who held steady jobs, moved out of their parents’ basement, kept up on personal hygiene, and didn’t take their date to a funeral? Were they taken already? After another failed first date, the answer was clear and simple: yes. Yes, they were.

“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry. Someone out there is just waiting to meet you. We need to keep looking.”

They should add that feature to the app. I could easily admit I was obsessed with chocolate, rom-coms (in any form: book, movie, real life), and yoga.

“No. I’m done with men for a while.” “Even if Liam waltzed back in your life?” Anna challenged with a sparkle in her eye.

stopped, looking at her straight on. “No thanks. I don’t ride with meanie heads.” Wow, I was really hitting that childish behavior right on the head. I started hobble-walking again.

“It’s rare to connect to someone so quick. It isn’t easy to get over that, especially with the way he left.”

Forgiving Liam was easy. The hard part was risking my heart again—something I wasn’t willing to do.