EighteenHe pulled into the drive of his newly acquired home and shut off his car. Quietly he sat for a moment, content with his new dwelling. Granted, it wasn't a large home in any way, but it sure did beat the flat he once had right smack in the middle of London. Albeit, his once fifteen-minute commute to the office was now four times the length, but he didn't care because this was his home, and he was glad for it.
In the stillness, his mind began to recall the day's events. He smiled; he was smitten, certain he'd just met the girl of his dreams. He hoped she had an attraction for him and yet he was determined that if she felt the same way, he was going to take it slow, very slow. His proven record with women was less than stellar. He meant well, he just always seemed to dive headfirst b
