The Scent of Love

As for blind dates, it was as cliche as they come. Dinner, a movie, and now a romantic ferry boat ride across “Lovers Lake.” The guy laid it on almost as thick as his cologne. I’ll  have to remember to ‘thank’ my sister for setting me up.

“You see that house?” He pointed as he leaned in close.


“That’s my summer home.”

“Yeah?” I frowned as I looked at the house.

“What’s wrong?”

 “I was just thinking,” I said as I raised my finger to my nose, “I don’t think it’s far enough away.”

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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