I put on my favorite green dress, styled my hair, took out a pair of earrings that had been sitting in my jewelry box for years, and went into the city.
For just one evening, I wanted to feel like an ordinary woman again instead of a lonely retiree.
Not far from downtown, I spotted a small bar and decided to go inside. Soft music was playing, groups of people sat around the tables, and I chose a seat in the corner and ordered a glass of red wine.
That was where I noticed him.
He looked about forty. He was well dressed and glanced in my direction several times before unexpectedly walking over.
“May I join you?”
I smiled.
“If you don’t mind sitting with a woman who could easily be your mother.”
He laughed and sat across from me.
His name was Daniel. He said he was a photographer, traveled frequently, and had only returned from a long trip the day before. We talked for almost two hours.
