I did the thinkable. I put myself out there again.
It was another friend of a friend kind of thing. I was told D-- was single, cute, and athletic.
It all checked out on Facebook.
She invited me over for dinner. “I’ll cook,” she said, “Just don’t be late. That’s my number one pet peeve.”
I arrived five minutes early with flowers and a bottle of wine.
D-- was dressed for the gym, not for dinner. “Come on,” she said. “We need to go grocery shopping.”
She drove. We circled the parking a lot a few times while we waited for a space to open up near the front of the store. “The tre...
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