"Viagra for the Next Generation"

I was checking my opalrose.com email, when I came across a bit of spam in the bulk mail folder.."Viagra for the Next Generation."

Does this mean there's no hope for this generation? Have they said, "What the hell, these guys are hopeless...let's start to work on the upcoming generation...so we can cure woodless dicks once and for all!"

Had a nice day/evening yesterday. Worked until 3 and then headed to the grocery store...got all the stuff I needed without a list...can't believe and am still marveling over it. Drove over to Syndi's house and visited for a few hours. We caught up on gossip. Her sister, Dale is a good friend and now lives in NY state. She doesn't visit that often. When she lived here, she was one of my dearest and closest friends. I was happy to hear that she and her family are well. As I was about to leave, Javier, Syndi's husband came home with a GI friend of his. I suceeded in not drolling in my shoes only by the sheer grace of self-control. A total hottie... 6 feet, olive skin, piercing gray eyes and a short crop of black hair. Seth ..that's his name...

He gave me a thorough once-over and I pretended not to notice, because both Syndi and Javier were watching me for a reaction. I shook his hand as we were introduced and then said my goodbyes.

I fucking ran! I stopped at the Barnes and Noble bookstore as planned. I was adamant about not trying to dissect why I didn't stay at Syndi's.

So I lost myself in a book about The Outer Banks of NC. I found a place to sit at the coffee shop, ordered an espresso and read for a while. That area holds mystery for me...sometimes I think that in another life, I must have lived there. The call is undeniable.

A voice said, "Sharon?...no, um...Sherrie?" I looked up, because it was directly in front of me. It was SETH... Syndi--that fink ratted me out--she must have told him my destination. BUT WHY??? He said he would return and asked if I wanted another coffee. I said no.

When he sat down in the chair opposite me, I closed my book. He saw the title and we began a conversation about the Outer Banks. He had been there numerous times too and loved it. I think we talked for about an hour on that topic. Then I noticed the time and knew I needed to get home soon.

Seth asked for my phone number. I hestitated...and he called me on it. "Are you married or involved with anyone? Syndi said you weren't." It wasn't that... he looked all of 25 and I don't want to get involved with a young man again. Looking into his piercing eyes, I realized he deserved an answer.

"No, I'm very single. It's just that...well, you're too young. I'm almost 43. Ancient."

He threw back his head and laughed for a long time. He smiled. Then said, "I'm 39. I'll be 40 in under a month. Now give me your number. Please?"

I did and he's already called. We're going to dinner tomorrow night. I'm nervous but wise enough to know that dinner doesn't mean the end of being single, it means that maybe the meal and conversation will be sparkling.