by Glory Lennon

Created on: March 23, 2009

His children had just given him leave to find himself a girlfriend after two years of widowerhood and he didn't have the slightest idea what to do. Shane stood in the supermarket absentmindedly looking over the breakfast cereals recalling perfectly his two kids' supposedly encouraging words.

"Mom wouldn't want you to sit around moping for the rest of your life," Willie had sternly said the night before at dinner. "You gotta get out there, Dad, and meet women. Just watch out for the dinner-whores. They'd love to get a hold of a clueless guy like you."

"You're a very nice looking man, Daddy, and some nice woman out there will love to hear your stupid jokes and even laugh at some of them," Valerie had said smiling encouragingly.

Good to know they had some confidence in him as he had none himself. He hadn't gone out specifically to meet women since... well, hell's bells! He'd never really, come to think of it. He met Jaime in college and that was it. She was it, all he ever wanted. Barely a year later they were married. What did he have to meet women for after that?

"Excuse me, you're tall," a gentle voice spoke from beside him, abruptly pulling him out of his thoughts.

He turned and gaped. There stood a perfectly lovely lady and she was smiling at him. He fleetingly wondered why she would be doing such a thing and why she felt the need to state the obvious about his superior height. He noticed she was rather small, but nicely so. The kind of small that made a man feel protective and virile.

"Would you mind getting that big box of corn flakes down for me? If I try I'll knock down four. I always do," she said conspiratorially.

"Uh... okay," he said and easily reached it. He handed it to her and she smiled again. Boy, did she have a nice smile and a nice face to match. Her eyes were a soft brown with speckles of grey. "Very nice," he muttered, unknowingly aloud.

"What is? The corn flakes?" she asked shrugging carelessly. "I could never stomach cold cereals."

"Then what do you like for breakfast?" he asked before he could stop himself.

She giggled. "You're not suppose to ask that until after the third date. It's a steadfast rule," she said coyly.

"Really? What kind of stupid thing is that?"he asked indignantly. "Why are there rules about that?"

She laughed again. "I like a bagel with cream cheese, butter if I have to, honey wheat usually or cinnamon-raisin but a blueberry muffin will do in a pinch if I can't find a decent bagel."

"I love bagels," he replied eagerly. "I should

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