I always told Rita if the was twenty-five years younger I would have swept her off her feet and marry her within 24 hours. She was comfortable with the decision to be alone. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still willing to find my one true love.
I found myself looking for Table 19 when I arrived at the diner for my 4th Rita arranged date. I settled in to grab a menu so as to not look so conspicuous as I waited.
“Why is he at my table?” I heard a woman shriek. “I always eat at 19!”
Rita tried to reason with the woman, but she was unmovable.
Free food, a stack of coupons, nothing Rita offered seemed to satisfy the demands.
“Ma’am,” I said. “Please excuse the inconvenience. I was meeting a blind date, but I am sorry to cause you trouble.”
“Okay Kelsey, you can come,” the woman said suddenly different.
I turned to see a gorgeous girl approach.
“I’m her gatekeeper, and you pass my test”