He went against everything I stood for
The jaded, 26-and-single part of me wanted to run right back home, leaving his black Camry lingering on the curb. What 29-year-old guy wears mismatched socks on a date?
But once he’d turned to me with a boyish grin and a sparkle in his green eyes, something in me unclenched, slightly. How long ago was it that I’d had that sparkle, too? And how long since I’d lost it?
Maybe this guy was worth a chance.
We slid smoothly onto the highway, easy chatter flowing between us.
But this was nothing new. First dates usually went okay for me. I’d never had a problem with small talk — it constituted a big part of my job — and I’d had enough dating experiences to master the art of light schmoozing.
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