Over the past eighteen months since my wife's death, I hadn't thought about dating. I think I may have still been grieving or maybe I had been out of ...he singles scene for so long I didn't recognize that Claire liked me.I decided in July to ask her out. We were at a Fourth of July half marathon doing our regular run together. About halfway through I asked her if she'd like to have dinner with me. I swear it took her maybe two strides to say yes.She looked at me with a broad grin, "I was. His eyes lit up and he told her the first time they met, "By God, Lady, we are goin' to get married." Little man," she told him, "I am just too much woman for a little shrimp like you." She said later she wasn't trying to be cruel. However, she intended to nip his unwanted attentions in the bud.The way they met was enough to make a person believe in destiny. The route man who drove the "butter and egg truck" for Oscar got fired for drinking on the job. Oscar took over the driving himself while. I hail a cab, even the driver is female, "Surrey Hills, corner of Elizabeth Street and Cleveland Street" This journey will take around ten minutes. I try to relax. I only half succeed.From the outside, number 310 Cleveland Street is an innocuous enough building. Typical of many Sydney houses in the area, this terrace building has the upstairs veranda architecturally noteworthy of the period when it was built. A more careful observer, however, would notice that the upstairs windows are. She quickly changed her clothes, stuffed the packages into her suitcase without looking at them and put on her most conservative one-piece swimsuit. She spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool, listening to her headphones, and occasionally swimming to both cool off her overheated crotch, and to cover the constant wet spot she was sporting. She saw some hunky guys hanging out by the weights, but it didn't even register with her they existed until a while later. She was proud of her newfound.