As my great aunt Selma used to say, "never put it in writing." Aunt Selma could never have anticipated the advent of facebook or the careless use of blogs to reveal even the dirty of laundry. . .
That Tuesday, Matt was home taking care of his two boys who had caught the stomach flu. He was doing double duty since his wife Jen was gone staying with friends near school as she worked on her finals for her nurse anesthetist degree. Theresa was left to her own devices on coffee break. for once, she looked almost vulnerable sipping her diet cola alone, when Mrs. Johnson leaned across the table and tried to set Theresa up with a single nephew. When Theresa declined, Mrs. Johnson asked her, "So why is a nice girl like you single?"
Like many single women, Theresa had answered the question and its variations with the stock answer of, "I choose to be," her tone changing in time from irritation, to suppressed hope, and finally, to grim certainty. And, after a saying it enough times and like many women, she convinced herself that it was true. To choose a life without romance is just as desirable as any grand passion could ever be..
Th Theresa peered at little old Mrs. Johnson in her black polyester slacks and giggled, "It has its perks." Theresa left for her lunch hour and didn't come back until Friday. The same woman who politely sneered when anyone missed a day as a moral failing, advising them to take a cold shower to invigorate the immune system, left for her lunch hour and didn't come back until Thursday. . . . . . . . .
STAY TUNED FOR THE REST OF THIS CHAPTER OF DISASTER FROM "A DISTANCE PART IV THE DISCOVERY"!
" "Had a great time kayaking with super-hottie Jason," the post read. As I looked down to find comments, I noticed that Matt's ever-present "like" to all of her postings was absent. In fact Matt's profile was absent, gone forever.