The following weekend, things are looking up. I’ve stopped wallowing in self pity and I have a date.
I know that some people might not see this as a reason to celebrate, given my success rate. But. As I have discovered only too well, it’s better than sitting at home, watching Dirty Dancing, again, and listening to the groans of ecstasy coming through Scott’s wall.
Besides, I have a good feeling about this one. Call me blindly optimistic, but, Wayne – whom I met at a business lunch – seems like a gentleman, unlike some of the guys I’ve been out with.
He’s also slightly less, how can I say this…. Obvious in the looks department. A bit shorter. Thinner. Pointy-nosed. Oh, that makes him sound terrible and he’s not. He’s quite good looking. Certainly passable. Which will do for me, becaus
