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