Audiobook - LGBTQ Romance
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Mid-Atlantic)Transcript
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Oh, my God, Did you see their outfits to think They know they look ridiculous. David Cooper cringed as the words fell out of Cindy's mouth. Her hair was crispy and crimped, and like him, she was in her thirties and fit. This was their first meeting, a cursory coffee dates set up by a friend. That same friend, one Bonnie Taylor told him, You need to get out, find some magic. But David feared there was none left for him. Still, he wanted to try. Letting her set him up on the occasional date was the first step. Luckily, the offending couple was not within earshot. The din of the Java and Cav, a coffee shop, helped. David decided he liked to their outfits. They were gaudy and bright and perfect. One actually had twinkling lights. The other featured a large Santa Claus head with a stocking cap in a really puffy ball. I think that's the point. They're going to the bad Christmas sweater party at County General, handing Cindy a cup. He followed her to a nearby table. He was impressed. She was able to navigate the way with her head buried in her phone as she sat, her eyes rose to him. How do you know that? I know them a little. The medical community is tight. I work a T M C Edge, Dale Medical Center. I'm a nurse. David braced for the response, the inevitable disappointment. Her eyes narrowed. A nurse, not a doctor. No, David stomach nodded when he saw her sour look. People rarely saw male nurses in an appreciative light, as if he was somehow less than others. For choosing this career path, they sat for a moment in silence. Cindy's eyes flitted back to her phone. I like their sweaters, he said. I love Christmas. It's a little early. She countered, and looked around the coffee shop. He chuckled and shook his head. It's three weeks away. Exactly. She's scowled. Their town was notoriously Christmas happy, and she didn't seem to know this. Are you new in town? He asked, taking some courses at the college. She barely looked at him. His eyes searched the room while he tried to think of something else to say, he landed on. What do you do? I work in a gym Arise didn't lift from her phone. This time. David thought he'd recognised her. She worked at his gym. Another painful moment ticked by. He drummed his fingers on the table. Are you a trainer? No. I work the front desk. You must meet some interesting people. Come on, I'm trying. Here, Give me something. She shrugged. I'm only there until my YouTube channel takes off. Cindy leaned forward, brightening for the first time. For half a moment, he saw an opening. Maybe this was a chance for them to connect, but with a ping, her phone recaptured her interest. David grabbed his own device and texted under the table. Help! He set up a prearranged distress call in case it didn't go well, and this was not going well. He cast a furtive glance, hoping he wasn't caught. But Cindy was engrossed, texting. Why did he care? Though her own lack of courtesy clearly didn't bother her, getting on his phone during a date still felt wrong. His phone chirped. It's incoming text to tone, and he lifted it up. I have to go. There's an emergency at the hospital. I'm sorry he felt bad about the lie, but it was better to rip the band aid off. David pulled his jacket on as he stood. I'm going to make like, a tree and get out of here. He hoped for some interest, some inkling of a sense of humor. But Cindy only stared at him like he just set himself on fire. Back to the future, he explained. But shaking her head, she returned to her phone. Okay, it was nice to meet you at the door. He turned to wave goodbye, but she was nose deep in her phone and had already forgotten him. After stepping out into the cold air, he strode away. A fresh layer of snow fell today, making everything twinkle under the holly festooned street lamps. He called his matchmaker Bonnie. They were friends since she moved to town in middle school. And she was Benjamin. Her dead name. He reminded himself. You're so almost fired, David spat as soon as you picked up. I can't believe I paid a baby sitter tow Watch Eric for this