Every Tuesday night since her mom had died, she sat silently over a black cup of coffee smoking a Camel cigarette at the Huddle House. She wouldn’t admit it, but she didn’t go there for the fast food, but in the hopes she would find her prince charming in the form of a long distance truck driver or of a local fellow who was single and just as lonely as she was, but she would make it clear that she was at high morals and character and there would be no one-night hanky-panky because she would always believe in the traditional story of boy meets girl and over time, they would fall in love. She longed for someone with “like interest” to share the last remaining years of her life and sweep her off her feet, but she now felt time was running out. All her high school friends had married and had grandchildren by now, but she seriously wondered if they were still happy with all the responsibilities of married life throughout the years. As time had tooled by, she had enjoyed her single years of bliss without ever changing a single messy diaper or cooking supper for a husband, but now she realized that you can’t have your cake and eat it too. You have to live your single life without regrets and accept that married life wasn’t in the cards for you, especially since she turned 60. Now she could hear her favorite Garth Brooks song, “The Dance” drifting from the back section of the Huddle House when a tall slender gentleman approached her with a slight grin on his face asking, “Is this seat taken?” She paused before she looked up from her coffee cup of black coffee and answered, “It’s all yours”.
