Confusion. Disappointment. A glimmer of entitled rage. A child on the cusp of shrieking for a toy he can’t have. I can see it in their eyes. Their want.
“Listen, Douglas,” I say. “I bet it would do you some good to get out there. I’d love for you to meet this single friend of mine.”
His eyes light up in a vulpine way.
“Your friend, eh?” he’ll say. “Tell me more.”
No matter how smart they claim to be, when you really get down to it, most men are as predictable as rom-coms.
“She’s beautiful. Successful. Owns her own home so she’s not looking for a free ride. Just a nice time with a decent fella. And goodness gracious, she would just love you!”
“She would, eh?”
“Who wouldn’t, darling?” I wink. “Just don’t tell her how we met, okay?”
If there were a dotted line, he’d be slavering to si
