Blind Date
"I think we should meet." Over and over, again, I rolled the words across the tongue in my mind's mouth, like a buttery-toffee, leaving sweet trails of delight in its wake. A meeting. She and I. My mind raced with wild abandon at the possibilities. Since the divorce from my loving wife of twenty years, I had precariously guarded my heart from experiencing such pain and loss again. That is why I had turned to the Internet. While online, I could satisfy the needs of my heart and my desires,...