The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
I excused myself from the table and walked directly over to him and offered an opener. “The buzz on the street is that you are new in town.”
“And at this very moment I am glad I made the move” he responded.
Ah – – – handsome and a flatterer. What more could a woman ask for? Especially if she liked to be noticed.
“Gabby” I said as I offered my hand.
“Jason” he returned and took my hand firmly; yet in a gentle manner.
We exchanged a few bits of information about each other. It wasn’t small talk. For some reason it seemed as if we knew each other for some time. I made mention that he wore no jewelry.
“Don’t need it. It just gets in the way” he responded.
I queried “Like wedding rings? They sometimes get in the way.” My comment was more of a question than a statement.