Jennie had been dating Brad for three years.
Each summer, he escapes for four weeks to “Go camping with the guys.” Actually, he is playing in the woods with his buddies at the Bohemian Grove at the Russian River.
She called it “Burning Man for old rich guys.”
She has missed having a date for multiple weddings, parties, trips, and really fun weekend outings. People have stopped asking. “Where’s Brad?”
Saturday, she attended an afternoon wedding at the Chapel at Stanford. She looked fabulous as she walked into the packed house-of-God, with two single girl friends.
George saw her walk in and causally moved from the back of the church to a pew behind Jennie.
The minister opened the wedding ceremony with an invitation for everyone to stand and turn and greet those around them. George gave Jennie the warm, double-hand shake, and he lingered a second. She noticed. He was cute!
After the wedding, he nonchalantly walked beside her as the church slowly emptied.
George was single, polite, cute, funny and available.
He didn’t belong to the Bohemian Club nor did he have any interest in “playing at the Playa.” They sat together at the reception.
He gave her time to talk to her friends- fetched drinks for the table and scored innumerable points. When he returned to the table with a plate stacked with wedding cupcakes- all the girls swooned. Jennie was very happy.
You snooze, you lose -and then it was, it was buh-bye Brad time.
Jennie and George have been dating for six months.