Tyson searched his phone for a date for Saturday night. His friend from an old job was in town with his wife and insisted they all go out on the town.
“Helen? Linda? Becky? Sandra?” he said to himself as he scrolled through the names.
“Boring. Medicated. Picky. Drunk…” he mumbled as his finger stopped on photo after photo in his iPhone.
He told himself he really, really needed to meet some new women.
He almost forgot about her. There was her smiling face and the number.