I loved Sundays, mainly because I did absolutely nothing except sleep, eat, and read, or sometimes watch a show or movie on my laptop. Ingrid was married to Sheena, and with their two pugs and three cats, they had a happy family of their own.
I had tried relationships before, but I was either too acerbic, or not adventurous enough in bed, or not the right build, or looks, or whatever. The dating game had gotten old fast, then work had become my passion because I could at least exert some sort of control over that.
If Ingrid’s instincts were correct about Donal’s interest, then what did I do about it, if anything? Was I kidding myself, or was that just years of bitterness talking?
As difficult as I could be, what was it like for someone like Donal? Did I even have a chance with the man?
