“We want adventure.”
“What?” I put the phone on the kitchen counter and clicked it to speaker. “Picturing me strutting around in my jeggings wasn’t enough of an adventure for you?”
She laughed. “No, that was fun. We love hearing about your progress and we’re all cheering you on but really, it’s time to start dating again. Just like you said. That’s what we all want to read about.”
I sighed. “I know.”
It was obvious he had taken great pains in his appearance that night. He was wearing a classic blazer over a v-neck sweater. His hair was neatly styled and even his nails looked nice and clean.
“Hi, I’m Ned,” he said and extended his hand.
I took it. “Tracey. Nice to meet you.”
“You are really beautiful,” he said as he sat down.
I smiled. “Thank you. That’s a nice thing to hear.”
“Really.” He looked at me with nervous sincerity. “It’s hard to believe someone like you would need to do something like this.”
I almost answered with a snarky, “It’s because I’m bat-shit crazy.” But I got the sense that Ned was the kind of person who would be hurt by sarcasm. Continue reading Speed Dating. Part Two.
Not Quite A Cougar 