I was retired. I did not retire. My separation papers, package is what they called it, prohibited me from working for the competition in return for money and health insurance. With a year to play I got my four year old Camry ready, packed and took off on a road trip to the Rockies.

Driving alone got boring and I found I stopped and stayed more than driving on to the next town eight hours away. At town X, a small farming community I was just plain tired so I stayed. I found the local café, stayed overtime at breakfast, the waitress had a long face so I left her a nice tip. Day two and she was nicer, we shared our life stories, and she invited me to dinner at her apartment that night.

Dinner led to sitting on the sofa and two fifty somethings ended up in the sack. For me it broke a six month drought, for her the drought had gone on for several years. Not what you would call hot sex, more like a long warm up with a quick ending. I left that night, slipped put of town. I hope she remembers it as fondly as I do, I chickened out and ran, for that I feel bad.