Day 3 - Round 2

Start writing a story that…

Step 1: Begins with this sentence: The wolf was his favorite animal

Step 2: add this word: eye

Step 3: add this word: son

Step 4: add this word: cellar

Step 5: add this word: museum

Step 6: include this sentence: Her dream was…
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The wolf was his favorite animal. Mandy took that as a bad sign at first. Who wants a man whose favorite animal is ugly and aggressive? What does that say about him? But then she remembered that she was Team Jacob, and he wasn't the least bit ugly, even when when he was being aggressive, so that seemed okay.

The next guy's profile said that he had an eye for beautiful things. Wait, she thought, did that mean he was gay? Or that he was rich? The one thing she definitely understood from TV was that every stylish woman needed a gay BFF, so even though she was trying to find a guy to date, it wasn't a bad thing to consider. But then, why would he say he was interested in women? Did gay men look for fabulous women on dating sites to find their BFFs? Mandy wasn't sure. Maybe he meant that he was rich and liked to own beautiful things, or maybe he just wanted to be rich someday so he could buy beautiful things... This was a huge difference that she'd need to figure out. Guy #2 already seemed like a lot of work.

He also described himself as a devoted son, raised by a single mom, who appreciated women's needs. Oh, god. She wasn't in the mood to compete with a mom who had no husband to keep her busy. They always called, wanting to be involved. It's like the moms wanted to date their sons. Seriously creepy. And he was definitely sounding gay. Delete.

Guy #3 used the word "cellar" when describing what he loved about rebuilding old houses. Total serial killer. Next.

The next guy listed "going to the museum" in his likes. Either he was pretentious or boring or old. Or, even worse, all three. She'd dated an old guy once and she couldn't bear to do it again. He wore sweatpants after dinner and used it as an excuse why he couldn't go out again. She could change her entire outfit three times to find the perfect thing to go out dancing, but he couldn't be bothered to take off one pair of pants and put on another. That was the last time she'd date a 34-year-old.

Her dream was to find a guy her own age who was totally handsome and fun and on a career-track, but not too busy to do stuff at the drop of a hat. He would be ready to talk about marriage and kids when they saw a cute family at a restaurant, but totally wasn't into having them anytime soon. She knew it wasn't too much to ask because Debbie at work was dating someone just like that. Mandy hung on her every word as she described their awesome sex and amazing nights out. He never brought his parents around, and his buddies were not total assholes. Sure, she wasn't an idiot. Debbie probably talked it up better than it was, but Mandy worked in marketing with Debbie. Debbie didn't have a creative bone in her body. She could only make up so much and still sound convincing.