Sunday, January 14, 2018:
Scott: It was Sunday morning and I was working at home trying to finish a proposal for a client. I'd worked on it all weekend and I was finally finished. I just needed to print it, and then I could meet the guys at the gym for our squat workout. I hit print and got the dreaded "low on ink" message. Damn it, I thought. I hit 'Ok' and it printed but smeared ink across the 2
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of five pages. Fuck. This was for one of my best clients. She always insisted on a paper proposal and we sit down to go over it. I just wanted to get it done and ready for in the morning. I made sure I'd saved it, before I grabbed my truck keys and headed to the office supply store. I needed to learn to buy the damn cartridges in bulk.
I pulled into the store parking lot and walked in. I knew where the cartridges were, so I headed towards that aisle. I noticed a younger woman looking at them as I started looking for my cartridge number. There never seemed to be any organization, and it was always a pain in the ass. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the young woman had gotten closer. Ah, there it is I thought. There was only one.
"Seriously," the young woman next to me asked.
"You needed this one, too," I asked, looking at her. She must have come from church or something, I thought. She was wearing a pretty black dress and knee-high boots. Dark, patterned tights covered her legs. I figured she had to be in her mid-20's. She was a brunette cutie, buxom and fresh faced. Her brown eyes showed her disappointment behind her glasses.
"Yeah, I did, I have to print a paper for school. It's due today by 1," she said. "I've been to three different stores."
"Here, take this one. I can always go to the warehouse club. I just stopped here because it was close to my house," I offered.
"No, you don't have to do that," she said.
"I know I don't have to, I want to," I smiled.
"Are you sure? I know you weren't shopping for ink cartridges on a Sunday morning for fun," she replied.
"Yeah. Go ahead, my deadline isn't until tomorrow," I said. She finally took it from my hand and smiled.
"Thanks." She turned to walk off, my eyes trailing after her. She had a gorgeous smile and a really great figure. I weighed the consequences of what I was thinking and I decided I would do it. The worst that could happen was she said no.
"Hey, I don't want to be too forward, but would you like to have a cup of coffee sometime," I asked. She turned and looked at me.
"Really," she replied questioningly. Her tone made me think I'd just got shut down, but I saw the expression on her face change back to a smile. "Uh, yeah, I'd like that."
"Cool. Do you have Kik," I asked. I'd never heard of the app until a woman I'd met on an online dating site had told me about.
"Yeah. I do, actually," she said, walking back towards me with a smile. She opened her phone and showed me her Kik code. I scanned it and her name popped into my contacts.
"Kasey, I'm Scott," I said. I reached my hand out and she shook it. "It's really nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too," she smiled.
"Hey, I better let you go, if you have to get your paper submitted by 1."
"Yes, I should. I'll be free later," she added with another warm smile.
"Okay," I said with a grin. She turned and walked away.
I smiled to myself as I walked to get some other things I remembered I needed. I was amazed I'd just asked her for coffee like that. She was probably close to half my age. I was even more shocked that she'd said yes. I'd lost my wife to cancer 2 years before and had lost hope with dating.
Kasey: I couldn't believe I'd said yes like that! He was probably my Mom and Dad's age! I thought that was really sweet with the ink cartridge. He was pretty handsome and looked really rugged. He was definitely my type, but damn he was so much older than me! What would it hurt, I thought as I drove home. Even though I was starting my fourth semester of college, I still hadn't made many friends. Guys didn't really seem to notice me. Even when I dressed up like I had been that morning. He had though. Oh my god, what if he was married or something?!?!
Later that afternoon, I was watching the Saints and the Vikings after I got home from the gym. I'm a Green Bay fan having grown up in Milwaukee, so the only interest I had in the game was hopefully watching the Vikings shit the bed. I was debating about texting Kasey, but I didn't want to seem over eager. Finally, I decided I should. She was would be expecting it, I thought.
'Hey, how's your afternoon? :-)' I typed. The message was read almost instantly. She must have been texting a friend or something, I thought. I saw 'Kasey is typing..' across the top of the screen.
'Good, u?'
'Pretty good. Did you get your paper in,' I asked.
'Yes, barely! Thank you so much for that.'
'Oh, no worries. I have a soft spot for helping out a pretty lady,' I replied.
'Aww. You think I'm pretty, huh?'
'Yes. You're gorgeous,' I answered.
'Thank you! :-)'
'You're welcome. So where do you go to school?'
'At U of A. I'm pre-med,' she replied.
Uh oh, I thought. She was younger than I'd thought she was. I'd been hoping she was a grad student.
'That's awesome,' I replied.
'Thanks. What do u do,' she asked.
'I'm a civil engineer,' I answered.
'That's cool.'
'Thanks. You grow up around here,' I asked.
'No. California. Parents went to U of A, so, I do too,' she replied.
'That's cool. You graduating this spring?'
'Hahahaha. I wish. I have 2 years left,' she answered.
Damn, she kept getting younger.
'Oh okay,' I replied. It was like my sudden uneasiness was transferred through the chatting app.
'What? How old did you think I was,' Kasey asked.
'I was thinking 25,' I replied.
'Hahahahaha!!! I just turned 20.'
'Okay,' I replied. Damn, she couldn't even buy a beer. I realized what a big mistake I'd made. I began typing an apology and a goodbye when I saw that she was typing as well. I paused to see what she would say.
'You're not uncomfortable with that are you? I mean we're just talking, right,' she texted back.
'No, I guess not. I mean, obviously I knew you weren't my age,' I typed.
'Haha, no. I just don't want you to freak out,' she replied.
"I didn't freak out!!'
'You thought about it I bet!!!'
'Maybe just a little. So, I'm 44,' I typed. We might as well get all the cards on the table right away, I thought to myself.
Kasey: When I saw that, I freaked out a bit. He was my almost my Daddy's age, he was older than my mom. He was fun to talk to though, I couldn't deny that. We were just talking on Kik. No big deal, right? I'd loved when he said that I was gorgeous. I was sure he was looking to get in my pants, but no one had ever told me I was gorgeous, ever. I was maybe 15 pounds heavier than I wanted to be and I always hated that. I worked out constantly, but I was just curvy. Not chunky, but I wasn't a size 2, either. My friends always commented on how they wished they had my big boobs or butt, but they were the ones with all the guys after them, not me. I'd only had one real boyfriend in my life. I was the smart, funny girl and that was it. And there I was talking to a man twice my age. I needed to think about what I was doing...
Scott: There was a long pause in our conversation when I told her my age. The 'R' next to the message told me she'd read it, but she wasn't replying. That was that, I thought. I closed my iPhone and sat it on the couch next to me.
'Sorry. Had a phone call,' she responded about 10 minutes later.
'Oh okay. I thought I'd freaked YOU out,' I replied. I didn't figure I'd hear from her again.
'No, I mean you are almost my Dad's age.'
'Ouch. That really hit's home,' I replied. I could have done without her putting it in that context.
'It's fine. I'm not scarred for life,' she typed.
'Good!!!'
'So, when do you want to meet for coffee,' she asked.
'Whenever. My office is right next to the Starbuck's by campus.'
'Very convenient!'
'Yes, I spend too much money in there,' I admitted.
'Me too!! How about tomorrow? I'm done with class at 9:30,' she offered.
'Sure, I can do that. I work for myself, so I'm flexible,' I said.
'I bet that's nice.'
'It is. Hey, I should probably let you go. I'm sure you have other things to do,' I offered.
'No, not really. I'm just hanging out.'
'You're sure,' I asked.