"You're my steak dinner."He reached up and hugged her. "I'm so lucky you found me."The soft glow of the light in the room somehow created a halo aroun... his head. His hair stood out in places and the tight curls gave him the gamin look of a homeless angel. Dana started to cry."What, what's wrong." he exclaimed, "Don't cry, please don't cry. What's the matter?" Alarmed, he grabbed her and raised himself out of the chair.Still sobbing, she told him, "Jimmy, I'm crying because I'm so in love. I. We walk in and wait to be seated. I help remove her coat before she sits, her scarf still wrapped around her neck. As I sit she starts unwrapping it. It was drapped perfectly, covering up the top of the low cut shirt she was wearing. My eyes quickly darted to her cleavage popping out at me. I struggled to make eye contact during our drinks, we get up to leave, I help with the coat again dragging my hands down her shoulder as I put it on her. We walk to the parking lot, I give her a hug and as I. However, she knew he had three children he dearly loved and adored and would probably lasso the moon for, so why wouldn’t he attend each sports event, each play, and each school program? Thinking back on every phone conversation, she couldn’t help but laugh. He had the best sense of humor of anyone she’d ever known and she giggled when she recalled the first time she called and him answering, ‘Little Italy Pizza, may I take your order?’ She awoke from her daze when she saw him stroll through. Yet she managed to stagger through the remaining couple of years until graduation. But she carried with her deep wounds and a heavy burden of unworthiness. Unworthy of love. Worthless. A waste. A total waste.Later, much later, she was still alone. Alone and lonely. Miserable. Unloved. Unlovable. In her mid-forties still a virgin, and not by choice. No man would have her, it seemed. For that matter, she could hardly bear her own company. "I love you ... ha, ha, HA!"Then, in the depths of despair.