Shauna laughed at virtually everything I said. While I liked to believe I had a good sense of humor, no one was that funny.
I reminded myself to be grateful for my congenial dinner companion and flicked my eyes every once in a while to the sequined V-neck of her silk blouse. Nice. I could do this. I had done this. Many times. I loved doing this.
The internal pep talk meant I lost track of what Shauna was saying until her voice rose and then stopped. Was that a question? The last thing I remembered, we were debating love at first sight, which she insisted was real. She launched into her own dating experiences, and I let her talk.
“It’s hard to say.” I stroked my chin and dropped my head as if thinking. The bright green line of her green apple martini had dipped low in the glass. “Did you
