Stay calm, breathe! I admonished myself for the 10th time. It’s not life or death! It’s meeting an interesting man for the first time. You’re in a safe location, you have friends nearby you can call for help. You’re not planning on going anywhere alone with the guy. It’s a meet and greet only.
I sat with my coffee in hand, dressed casually but with style, enough to impress I thought. I’d made sure to add perfume, a pair of earrings and bracelets which I rarely did, so that was something. My friends always said I chose an understated style. Maybe they were right, but it was comfortable, it was me.
I eyed each new arrival expectantly, perhaps even hopefully. I hadn’t dated in eons and didn’t know what to expect. I knew what I didn’t want. I’d heard horror stories about women getting back out there, in an effort at meeting that someone special. Too often it was someone’s cast off and there was a reason why. Sometimes the guy hadn’t given up or was too bitter to even consider a new woman in his life and it was a painful experience.
Still, there were opportunities and men who were single by choice, the relationship just simply hadn’t taken for some reason. There were possibilities. She sincerely hoped this would be one of them.
A tall slender man in jeans, plaid shirt, and cowboy hat walked through the door. He was sexy as hell. Breathe I reminded myself. Breathe. If the interior matched the exterior, this meet held possibilities.
I exchanged a quick glance with my best friend and her boyfriend. Their startled look suggested the same. Time would tell. Breathe!