Installment #15 Cynthia

     Cynthia drove the speed limit the 14 miles to her home.  She always did.  It was out in the county and there was no traffic, but that did not matter.  What did matter was the empty feeling she had in the pit of her stomach.  Her initial meeting with Tucker had left her head spinning.  The man was a talker.  He had painted himself to be a very successful man and had many interests.  He had never been married and she wondered at that, but never asked.

     Her support group had taken a lot out of her emotionally so she was happy to relax with Tucker over dinner.  He seemed genuinely interested in her, so she had told him all about herself.  Even the 5 husbands had not thrown him for a loop like she thought it would.  She was new to the match.com site so did not know what to expect.  She had thought they had a lot in common, but then he had put her in her car and closed the door without making another date.  He had not even asked for her phone number, so she was sure that this day had been wasted.  She was sure of one thing; when she got on the computer next time she was going to close her account at match.com.  This was foolishness to be looking for a man anyway.  No one could ever replace her Rick, so why try?

     As she pulled into the carport, she watched the dogs run out the doggy door and leap at the fence, barking wildly.  Icarus, the cat lay on the railing of the deck, looking on in disdain.  She smiled.  This was home.  This was comfort.  This was where she belonged.  No 6’2” German guy with a pony tail was going to rock her boat.  She was glad he had not asked for her number.  This way she could not get involved at all.  She punched the code into the key pad and entered her little piece of heaven.