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Jamie forgave me way too easily. We walked together in companionable silence––as comfortable as could be expected, under the awkward circumstances.
Deciding the best way to help her was to put my plan to play Cupid into high gear, I tested the waters by asking her point-blank what she thought about Manny.
"He's great," she responded, smiling breezily. "He's a reliable, hard-worker, who is friendly and pleasant."
I cringed a little. She sounded like she was describing a golden retriever.
Picking up on my reaction, Jamie frowned a little. "What?"
"Well, what I really wanted to know was if you are attracted to him?"
"Oh," Jamie's frown deepened as she pondered that. "I never really thought about him in that way."
Figuring that I wasn't the matchmaking guru that I had thought, I dro
