“He never did let me see his hand.”
“He never did let me see his hand.”She encountered him on one of the more recently launched online dating sites, during a hot summer on the tail end of the early 2000s that would encompass the first decade with no identity to call its own. The http:// address led one to a clunky list filled with the recently divorced looking to jump back on the bucking bronco, the rare recently widowed drowning in loneliness or the hopeful yet tragically unlovable. Small talk was insulated in primitive chat form. Attempting to be clever and yet appealing was a tightrope six inches off the ground. He seemed able to hang with her witty banter, gave as good as he got. His pictures didn’t paint an image of some Adonis but what low-res images scanned in could do one justice?
