I can’t believe I’m doing this again. Spending another night with some guy I just met. I know that sounds much more scandalous than it actually is but I swear it is completely innocent. Well, not completely innocent. But this is the last time. I’m done with this. Thirty-nine years old and I’m still dating. Ugh! No more being set up with my sister’s husband’s cousin’s work-friend. Why did I agree to this?! Who is this guy I’m meeting anyway? Gerrald Lansbury? There is no such thing as a sexy Gerald. I check my watch. I reach for my purse and take out my phone. I furiously dial my sister’s number.

Ring, ring, ring, click.

“Hello?” Her sweet chipper voice rings in my ear.

“He’s late,” a sigh comes from the other side of the line. “He was supposed to meet me here at the restaurant at 7:30. He’s late!”

“Jaime it’s 7:31!” She said exasperated.

“He’s still late. I’m sitting here in the restaurant alone waiting. You know how I feel about punctuality!” I was grasping at straws for an excuse to go home and eat my cheese puffs in peace.

“I knew you were going to do this. You always do this. You are judging him before you even know him.” She likes to mother me. It is the most annoying thing. She’s little miss perfect with her perfect little husband and her perfect little children.

“Well, it’s not like your choices for me have been all that great. Also, Gerald? Seriously?! Nobody sexy is named Gerald! That is not a name you want to call out during climax!” An elderly woman stares at me from another table. I mouth the word sorry and she turns back to her dinner companion in disgust. I make a face at her when her back is turned.

“I’m sorry about last time but, I think you’re overreacting. It wasn’t that bad.” She said.

“Kate, he was bald and five times my width.” I hated thinking about my last blind date. He was 5’ 4” and still lived with his mother.

“I didn’t know he was going to take you to Hooters.” She said holding back a laugh.

“Oh, let me guess you forgot to mention that he was starting his blog in his mom’s basement.”

“I didn’t know. He was still a nice guy.” I could feel her amusement at my misfortunes through the phone.

“Ugh!” I feel like crying. This was not where I pictured myself. As a beautiful young twenty something year old I laughed at the idea of an almost forty year old still going on blind dates. What happened to me? Where did I go wrong?

“Hello? Are you Jaime?” A strong manly voice came from above me. I look up. He is perfect.

“Katy, I’m going to have to call you back.” I heard sounds coming from the phone as I hung up.

“Yeah, that’s me. Are you Gerald?” I asked.

“Most people call me Jerry.” He said. Jerry. Well, I guess that’s better. He is tall, at least 6’ 3”, he has a chiseled jaw, and a head full of hair.

Dammit, I wish I had shaved my legs.