At the meeting, we spent over an hour discussing his writing.
There’s no sense pretending to be a chef, only to reveal on date five you can barely boil water. I thought back to the white-haired gentleman at the bar who was easily old enough to be my father and shook my head. Over the next couple of weeks, Bob sent me several samples of his writing without a trace of any innuendo or flirtation.Eventually, we arranged to meet at a cafe near my apartment. However, when I speak about him to others, I am fair about why our marriage ended. Admittedly, I am not a fan of his past indiscretion.