It was a terrible idea. He knew it and agreed anyway. The man was an optimist.
But a boat cruise around Manhattan? On a first date? Who suggests that?
Apparently, Holly Fredrickson.
He recalled her profile. Brooklyn, born and raised. Yet this isn’t the recommendation of any self-respecting New Yorker.
He reached into his medicine cabinet. Even the thought of boats made him nauseous. He pushed aside his comb and grabbed two yellow tablets. Swallowed them whole.
Maybe the tuna fish sandwich he had for lunch won’t end up in the East River.
Maybe this one will be the one.
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