Why, oh why, did I agree to a blind date at my age! It had been eight months since the ink was dry on my divorce papers, but two decades had passed since I had been on an official blind date. But my neighbor was so persistent when her brother was passing through town on a visit and assured me he was in a similar situation, having been divorced a little over a year following his retirement from the military.
Although I had picked up the phone numerous times early in the day to chicken out, I decided it was best to just go through with it and enjoy a quick dinner out before making up some excuse to get home early. The doorbell rang, and when I opened it, I saw a handsome man with the most appealing smile looking back at me, and he was holding a beautiful bouquet of spring flowers in his hands.
Bill had been a career man in the U.S. Air Force prior to retiring and there was still a certain formality to his manner and dress. But his warmth immediately put me at ease as we proceeded to a local Italian restaurant for dinner. I was really impressed by his good manners as he opened the car door for me, took my arm when crossing the street, and held out my chair for me at dinner.
All thoughts of feigning a headache to escape early evaporated as Bill proceeded to entertain me with tales of his many military adventures. He asked a lot about me, too, and really paid attention to our conversation. Maybe taking a chance on this blind date wasn't such a bad idea after all. He ended the evening with a kiss and a promise to call the next day.