I sighed as I slumped onto the sofa after the second date this week. Taking chances on every Dick, Tom and Harry had become exhausting, not to mention expensive. I had to get a taxi every time to meet men since I didn’t want to risk getting in their car.
It’s not like I had funds to splurge since I had been unemployed for the last four months.
“Hey, gorgeous,” said May as I picked up her call. “How was the date?”
“Not that great.”
“You poor thing. I feel so bad for you.”
“I’m sick of this. If I just had work, I’d forget all about needing love.”
May remained silent for a few seconds. “You’re sure about that, Sandra?”
“Pretty sure,” I said. “Okay, maybe, I’d still need someone to complete me.”
“I think I found someone perfect for you. He’s tall, well-built, really charming and makes good money.”
“Who?”
“Peter, my personal trainer. If didn’t have a ring on my finger, I wouldn’t think twice about going for him.”
Mom had told me numerous times that the best men are the ones that your friends find you. May had never suggested any man to me, so I was curious about why she mentioned Peter.