“Georgina, this is me and Kev’s oldest friend! You moved in shortly after he left for Mexico, so you’ve never met! Jacob Price, this is Georgina Martin!” She claps her hands as if she’s not even trying to hide the fact that she’s trying to fix them up or her intense enthusiasm over it for that matter.

Really, Mom?

Georgina is pretty, I am not going to deny that. She’s tall and blonde with powder blue eyes and a body she keeps very tight thanks to a lot of yoga and Pilates. She was also much closer in age to Jacob, probably midthirties if I had to guess and wouldn’t cause a giant scandal in my family if they were to get together.

So, points for her, I guess.

Despite the fact that it was an obvious fix up, she doesn’t seem to be trying too hard. No heels or overly done makeup. She truly looks like she’s just a neighbor coming over to hangout and it irks the shit out of me that she’s actually playing it cool.

Jacob stands up and shakes her hand after Mom had rid her of the alcohol and cookies she brought over. “It’s nice to meet you Georgina, any friend of Kev and Michelle’s…” He looks at the two of them before turning back to her, “deserves a medal.” They all laugh and I force a smile so that I’m not the only one in the room not amused by this nightmare I’m forced to witness.

“Whatever! Georgina, come let’s get you a drink,” my mom says and just as they leave the room, Georgina looks at me and gives me a smile that I’m not completely sure is genuine before she speaks. Maybe I’m imagining it, or maybe she is annoyed about the potential fifth wheel on this ‘double date.’

“Oh, hi Whitney! Didn’t see ya there at first!”

I feel like that’s untrue, but okay. “Hi Georgina.”

“I had nothing to do with this,” my father says when they leave the room without drawing his eyes away from the television.

“This has your wife written all over it, I already know.” Jacob laughs as he pulls the bottled IPA beer to his lips.

“You know she wants you to settle down. Meet someone. Give her a baby to babysit while we wait for grandchildren, I don’t know.” He waves his hand around and the idea of him meeting someone makes me sick to my stomach. Fucking some other woman and giving her a baby. The alcohol mixed with my jealousy is causing an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach and I suddenly want to throw up the waffles I’d eaten.

His eyes flit to mine as inconspicuous as possible but that quickly I can see the apology in his eyes. He turns back toward the television and away from me. “So, this is what I’m going to be dealing with for the next few hours? Entertaining this? I thought you and I were supposed to be watching the game. I didn’t realize this was a… whatever this is,” Jacob says, and I’m glad he doesn’t seem to be into the idea.