
Dating websites send email notifications daily. They reel you in, indicating, “Someone is interested in you.” “He likes you,” they write. “Do you like him?” They offer you a photo. Sometimes, those pics are pretty bad. I often wonder what these men think when they post their images. I’ve received pictures of men who have taken

The contents of Reed’s briefcase scattered across the cherry-wood floor. Papers flew, pens and markers rolled, and there was the bottle of pills staring at me; or maybe I was staring at the bottle. I scrambled to pick up everything and put it on the table. The toilet flushed in the upstairs bathroom, and I

Reed stood at the Residence Inn front entrance awaiting my arrival. He waved when he saw my car and greeted me with a big smile. Thank goodness he has teeth, I thought. Things could be worse. The scene reminded me of when I used to pick up my daughter from elementary school. Reed looked so pleased to see

Reed and I walked without speaking to my car parked in the airport garage. My head was spinning. I had no idea what to say nor what I would do with him for a whole week. I wondered why he didn’t rent a car of his own. I could have met him at his hotel.