13 \ Dance. Dance. Dance.

December 2013
I met 13 on OKC. Near my age – a little older. A few exchanged messages, texts, calls, and we arranged to meet. She was educated, tall, attractive. She didn’t drink – so this would be a coffee date. We chatted for a bit. Then she said the words one seldom wants to hear – improvisational dance. In spite of this I suggested we meet for lunch – a second date.

Another booze-free date, we worked near each other and grabbed lunch. We got along and chatted quite well, but really no spark, no connection. Nothing to go on. I walked her back to her office, a bright and chilly winter afternoon, hugged and that was that.

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