Chapter 2Miguel stared at his computer. This is such a colossal waste of time. He’d been online for an hour, fooling around on various dating websites. He’d been on one for several weeks, but it didn’t seem like anyone was interested in communicating with him.
It occurred to him maybe it was his picture. So many of the websites had guys with dozens of images of themselves, often on vacation in fabulous places. Pictures taken in speedos in front of beaches, swimming pools, or socializing with a huge group of friends. Looking very successful. And always looking very fabulous, almost as if they were models. How could Miguel possibly compete with that? He had taken no fabulous trips. And on the few he had taken, he had only come home with pictures of the scenery: Niagara Falls, the Statue of
