The WHOA Moment
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
He really is very cute, this young blond man. He re- minds me of a couple of captains and lieutenants from my early career days. Piercing blue eyes and a lethal smile.
He wants to meet me for a drink sometime soon. He suggests a night before a particular day that just so hap- pens to be his birthday. I donâ€™t have my calendar in frontÂ Â of me, so he tells me exactly when he was bornâ€”month, day, and year.
Itâ€™s Â a Â whoa Â moment.Â Â A Â real, Â you-better-sit-down- before-you-fall-down moment.
I remember Â what Â I was Â doing Â on Â the Â day Â he Â was born.
No, not starting first grade or being the flower girl in a Â cousinâ€™s Â wedding. Nope. Â I Â was Â in Â college. Â Eighteen years old, finishing summer quarter and one course short of being a college junior, and hanging out with a bunch of my musician Â friends Â while moving Â into my new Â apartment and still upset with my mom for reading my mail because I was all grown-up.
Like I said, he really is very cute, but Iâ€™m not going to accept his Â offer. Thereâ€™s just nothing Â we have in common.