We Are Adults

We were hooked up with a dating service, so I had low expectations. My buddy had talked me into it after having positive results himself. He found the other half of his soul. Now engaged after being together for a few years, he has convinced that dating services are the future of dating.How stunning it would be if I had his luck. My love life is more barren than a desert. The chance of a dating service hooking me up with someone who I can have a lasting relationship with is enough to make me laugh. Life is good for those with luck.Laughter begins to tickle my insides. Soon the tickle is full out laughter. I have never had luck in anything. Luck is missing when my clumsiness causes me to trip over my own feet. Luck is missing when the girls laugh because they know they could easily find a better match with a man picked up off the street.When I walk into the restaurant, there is a stunning woman standing alone in a corner of the room. She keeps glancing around as if she is looking for someone. She is alone in the room. I was told she would be here, waiting. A woman with that kind of beauty is made for a better man.My soul gets a tickle of hope. This is my chance to make a good impression. She sees me and walks over. Her dress is a work of art around her perfectly shaped body. She walks as graceful as a ballerina does. Someone as plain and clumsy as me would look like a sack of potatoes walking next to her."Are you my date? Richard?" she asks. Her voice is soft and melodic.She is a woman of stunning beauty made for a god. I wish I could get to know her and perhaps have a meaningful relationship, but I do not possess the knowledge of how to do it.I gulp. "Yes, I am."She smiles. "You're shy. I like shy guys. They're cute."It is not easy for me to conceal my feelings. My soul is jumping at this chance. She left the door wide open. Now is my turn to step through it.