“Get back out there—online dating,” friends urged when my marriage failed. So I registered with Looking for Love, arranging to meet ‘compatible’ dates in the comfort and safety of my local Gloria Jean’s.
Copious coffee flowed, always a cappuccino for me; a heart etched into the foam, chocolate heart on the saucer, while conversation lagged. When coffee sloshed through my veins instead of blood I ceased online dating.
“Here alone?” The barista’s voice was full of warm condolence.
“Can’t find love online,” I sighed.
“But you can find it in a coffee shop…” He handed me my heart-enhanced cappuccino.
Copious coffee flowed, always a cappuccino for me; a heart etched into the foam, chocolate heart on the saucer, while conversation lagged. When coffee sloshed through my veins instead of blood I ceased online dating.
“Here alone?” The barista’s voice was full of warm condolence.
“Can’t find love online,” I sighed.
“But you can find it in a coffee shop…” He handed me my heart-enhanced cappuccino.
