Stolen Smile – Cockloft
The smell of mowed grass greeted me as I stepped out of my pickup and surveyed the parking lot. A warm late summer breeze was shaking the maple trees, sweeping across the soccer field bringing the aroma of fresh cut grass to mix with hot asphalt. The sun was winking between clouds of cotton that moved quickly through the sky, on their way to make liaisons of their own. I shut and locked my truck and briskly walked towards the collection of handsome brick buildings, dropping my keys in my jeans, and taking a deep breath, I was nervous and excited. I have never considered myself a ladies’ man, and up until this point, online dating had been a fools errand. I will be the first to admit my online flirtatious skills are somewhat lacking …