A literary burp of 100 words

My sister introduced us.

He was dashing, wearing a cavalier hat (complete with plumage); with a warm smile that spoke volumes and a booming laugh that was music to my ears.

I was newly-divorced and while I knew it was time to start dating, I wasn’t so sure about my prospects at 40-something.

A shared dinner with friends and a serious conversation about the taste of shiny. Talking long into the night – again. And again.

Four days later – we said I love you. Waiting only because neither of us could believe our good fortune.

Thank you so much, sister!