George is 86, single (aka Widower) just moved in and is already a Big Man on Campus at the Silver Terraces Senior Residence in Fort Lauderdale.
The girls saw him at dinner the first night and had their eyes on him.
Elizabeth and Rachel both walked over to his table and introduced themselves.
Annette and Marian – not to be outdone- followed suit and introduced themselves. Annette wrote her phone number on a cocktail napkin and slipped it in his shirt pocket.
That night, George said nine very friendly women approached him in the dining room.
All George is really looking for is a good golf buddy.
I should say, one of the things about being a widow or a widower, you really, really need a sense of humor, because everything’s going to fall apart.
Joyce Carol Oates
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Admirers.”
I’ve got a crush on you…look out!