Dan’s Nissan backed out of the driveway and into the street. He drove away without as much as a phony smile or a fleeting wave. Within seconds his taillights disappeared around the corner. Yet another one-and-done dating experience.
Dejected, Nadine sighed heavily and stepped into her house. She passed her bookcase that was filled with various Disney movies, storybooks, and memorabilia. She placed her Styrofoam container of leftovers into the refrigerator and then flopped miserably onto her couch.
Why don’t men like me? Why am I so different from everyone else? Why can’t my Prince Charming just come and whisk me away?
She resisted the urge to cry. Her lips began to curl into a rigid frown and her eyes began to water.
No! she told herself.
She forced herself off of the couch and to the back window. She watched the shimmering surface of the community pond. It glistened peacefully in the moonlight. The pond always calmed her when she was upset. It was so tranquil.
The phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Well,” it was Nadine’s mother, “how did it go?”
“Terrible, as always. We had nothing in common. He only thought about one thing...the stock market. I’m convinced that there is nobody out there for me.”
