How I Met My Other

I had given up on the idea that God made a life mate for me. I resigned that I was going to be the crazy dog man of Englewood. I had zero expectations, but Jennifer had an evil plan, and the trap was set.

We met on an online Christian dating site. What first captivated me was her big blue eyes. I couldn’t stop looking at her pictures. We texted and then talked. We seemed to hit it off, but could she be real?

I pulled my car into the parking lot at six fifty-five, for a seven o’clock first-date conversation over ice cream. Why was I here? I raised my boys and dated all the wrong women for over twenty years. Was I looking for someone who didn’t exist? All I wanted was someone to complement my life. Someone to do things with, someone to grow old with besides my dogs.

Fate took over when I parked my car next to an SUV with an attractive woman leaning against the hood. When I speed-dialed Jennifer, I saw the woman leaning on the car answering her phone.

When I saw Jennifer, I thought, Yeah, I can date her for a while. There she was, a stunningly beautiful woman, five feet seven inches tall with long flowing blond hair, those big blue eyes, and a radiant smile. She was wearing blue jeans with strategically placed holes, a pink shirt with a long-sleeve button-down, worn unbuttoned and untucked over it. Way too pretty for a six-foot-four-inch 250-pound, old redneck like me.