I heard someone say, "Young lady, you should put your coat on before you catch a cold."
I turned to see a handsome man walking behind me. "No, way!" I respond. "I just got over a really bad cold." He walks over to me and extends his hand. "May I introduce myself?" There's a short pause. I reach for his hand, a bit nervously. "My name is Dennis." he continues. "It's nice to meet you Dennis, I'm Valerie." I say.
It's February, but the weather is mild and spring like. He continues to explain that he's been watching me for several weeks and wanted to finally meet me. We exchange a few more pleasantries, and he walks off. Meanwhile, my mother has been walking a few feet ahead of us. When he is far enough away, her excitement bubbles over. "Wow! Where did he go? Do you still see him?" she says with a bit too much enthusiasm in her voice.
I just turned 30 a week ago. I had been hoping to meet someone nice for about three years now, and I wasn't about to pin all of my hopes on this one single introduction. "I don't no where he went, mother, and I really don't care." Suddenly, a black car pulls out of a nearby parking lot. "It's him!" she says, the excitement having returned to her voice. "He's looking at you through the rear view mirror." she continues. And he really was. Now I'm in for it. It's going to be a long drive home.