Can’t Buy His LoveMrs. Ragsdale was seventy years old and still very agile. She came to the gym like clockwork every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to use light weights and walk on the treadmill or use the exercise bike. She was my inspiration, especially on days when I despaired of getting anywhere with my worst crush ever, Gregory Wang.
The owner of the daycare center across the street from my gym was a few years younger than me, and absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful brown eyes, perfect cheekbones, hot body, waves of raven-colored hair…my dreams every night featured him in every position imaginable. And I had yet to get much further than halfway to first base with him. Still. After almost a year of living in this sleepy beach town.
I would be the last to admit failure in getting the man I
