Chapter 15: Houston
Chapter 15
Houston
My flight took off on time and, according to the schedule, I’d be in Texas in about four hours. I never slept on planes; it was too much fun to watch people, so I leaned back as far as the seat allowed, and looked for interesting subjects.
A couple across the aisle from me, who looked to be in their twenties, had spent the last half hour pawing each other and laughing too loud. I don’t know if I was pissed off or envious. They reminded me that I was still single—very single—and with no prospects. Ten years from now I’d probably be in the same boat I was now.
Thinking of forty made me think about my miserable—make that nonexistent—s*x life. For a long time I blamed Dominic. Growing up I had few friends and even fewer boyfriends. It wasn’t until la
