Another blind date at another downtown wine bar. But this guy was smart, funny, and quick with his wallet. Sandra was pleased.
One wrinkle though: the woman across the room. Spilling out of a racy green getup and drinking heavily. Worst part, she wouldn’t stop staring.
Just then, her date excuses himself. And that was the opening the lady in green needed.
“He’s my ex,” she slurred. “I’m getting him back.”
Sandra reached for her purse.
Was this woman lying? Maybe, maybe not. But Sandra had no interest in finding out.
She was long gone by the time he returned.
The Weekday One Hundred 