Not My Soul Mate

“I don’t drink wine,” my meet announces once we’re seated. It’s happy hour at my favorite waterfront spot. You can watch the sunset over the water. “In the past year, I have completely changed my diet,” he says. “But you go ahead. Please. Order a glass.” “Not even red wine? Red is healthy.” Do I think I can talk him into changing his newly changed lifestyle? My sister, who’s in the healthcare field, says a…

Unavailable

Here’s the thing with online dating. You never know. You never know when a man will ghost after emailing you for three weeks. You never know if he’ll call after a meet. And you never know if he’s married. We meet at Atticus, the bookstore, and chat for a few minutes. On the way to the restaurant, Jean Luc takes my hand twice and kisses it, squeezes my shoulders. Checking out my bone density? At…

Rotund

“Are you free Thursday?” Ken says on the phone. Let’s meet for a drink and go from there.” An hour we’ve been talking with no lags in the conversation. “Sounds good,” I say. “How about 5:30?” Thursday at seven is my salsa lesson. That gives us an hour and a half of togetherness and a reason for me to cut out. In case. When I arrive, he’s at the bar. “Sit beside me,” and he…

Lizard Man

Leonard is late late late for our third date. I’ve wandered around the parking lot in the driving rain, gone inside the restaurant, and returned to my car where I check my phone three times in eight minutes. When he finally arrives, he’s apologetic, tells me he spent a frustrating half hour at home looking for his glasses. I climb into his truck, glad for the warmth, fasten the belt, and stare. There is a…