Dating’s One Thing, But What’s Love Got To Do With It?
It’s been so long since she’s had a man in her life, Ann Lynx is not sure that what she’s doing with Calvin Rodgers is really “dating”. All Ann knows is that being with Cal is more fun than dating any of the men Mariah keeps finding for her.
Ann and Cal’s curvy path to true love is for all those who deeply appreciate the art of romance, the sweetness of courtship, and lots and lots of flirting. I’m very happy to deliver the second book in The Perfect Date series. I hope you enjoy it.
“Thanks for seeing me,” Ann said.
Mariah smiled and motioned to the seat. “How did things go with Lincoln?”
“He was just as nice as you said.”
Ann threw up a hand. “It’s enough to make a good woman swear. Am I really that transparent?”
Mariah laughed. “No. I’m a trained listener for what’s not being said. Was the chemistry missing?”
Reluctantly, but being an honest person, Ann moved her head up and down.
Mariah shrugged. “It’s okay. Lincoln said he had a great time too, but even though he didn’t say it, I got a sense of him realizing the right attraction wasn’t there for him either.”
“Thank God,” Ann said sincerely, lifting her hand to her chest. “The guilt was horrible.”
“Guilt?” Mariah asked, laughing again. “It was a first date, Ann. You didn’t break an engagement.”
“I let him kiss me after our balloon ride. I don’t do that sort of thing—not usually. Mostly I was just being polite. But the kiss was… perfunctory.”
“Perfunctory?” A grinning Mariah repeated. “It’s so much fun having educated clients. They come up with so many clever ways to tell me a date was disappointing.”
Ann sighed. “My lackluster reaction to someone as great as Lincoln is not amusing to me. I feel awful. Lincoln spent all that money to meet me.”
“Well, stop feeling bad. He spends more money every month on his private gym membership that comes with trainers who keep him in that great shape. Lincoln is just fine, Ann. I’ll eventually come up with someone right for him.”
Ann nodded, but she was still unconvinced… and still not able to stop thinking about Cal. She wanted to call him to come see her just to see if his kiss still had the same devastating effect. But that would be counterproductive when she was trying to convince herself her reaction was about her and not about him.
Maybe she just needed more dating practice. More dates might help her develop some objectivity. Maybe an older, more appropriate man might stop her from dreaming about making love with a too young, inappropriate one.
“Can I try meeting someone else in that group of guys?”
“Sure. I still have your folder here at my desk,” Mariah said, opening a drawer.
Ann bit her lip as Mariah pulled out another sheet from the stack and handed it over.
“This is Greg Skyler. He’s an accountant with his own business. He practices Tai Chi and meditates. He likes rock climbing and hiking. You’re a great match physically. He’s in his late-forties—so just a few years younger.”
Pulling the bio sheet closer, Ann studied the man’s happy blue eyes. “He’s just as good looking as Lincoln.”
“Yes. Why do you sound so sad about it? Don’t you want someone as attractive as you are?” Mariah asked, letting her concern show.
Ann’s head whipped up. “You think I’m as attractive as all these men?”
“Of course I do,” Mariah said firmly. “I take every detail into consideration.”
“Sorry,” Ann said, feeling humbled by Mariah’s confident answer. “Who knew I’d be having self-esteem problems at my age? I was perfectly fine until I started dating.”
This architect in this TED talk, and the others who helped him with this project, gave years of their lives to create something that thousands of people will enjoy. Why did the architect do this? He one time saw a regular man doing a regular job touch a building with reverent appreciation. Creatives have their hearts open to the mundane, the average, the regular stuff. We just see it in a different way. However, I think any human can choose to see it, but it requires walking around with hearts wide open.
I remember once being out to lunch with the people I used to work with at my technology job. We were in a Chinese food restaurant. Across the room, I saw a small child–a girl about three or four–dressed in a bright red coat. She was standing close to her parents’ table, but extending her reach from them as much as they would let her. She danced, sang, spoke. She asked them questions. Got answers and resisted. She was not impolite, but rather just being completely and utterly what she was meant to be.
My lunch companions caught my distraction and asked what I was doing. I told them I was “making up a story in my head” about the little girl, her parents, what she would grow up to be. They went dead silent on me, no one quite knowing what to say in reply. That was over twenty years ago. Now I make up stories and I write them down. I put them out into the world. That place in my head and heart where stories are born is my sacred space.
Hope you enjoy this.