Loose Leaf Notes

1. After my first marriage broke up, I rented a big house on Route 8 in Floyd and took in a few roommates. During this time, a very nice guy came knocking at the door one day to see me. But the attention made me feel awkward.
Guy: Do you want to go out to eat Friday night?
Me: Why? I don’t know if I’ll be hungry then.

2. A phone conversation with my Scrabble Poet friend Mara
sometime in 2007 went like this:
Mara: I have a date.
Colleen: Not like a fig but like a real date, a boy/girl date?
But wait a minute (knowing her last partner was a woman and the one before that was a man). Is it a boy or a girl?
Mara: Well … that depends.
Colleen: Oh no. This could be very complicated.
A blind date that didn’t work out HERE. A date that did and is ongoing is HERE
Post note: “Date” was a Sunday Scribblings prompt. Read other Sunday Scribblings posts using “date” as a prompt HERE.