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H is for Homewrecker

Frank: March 28th, 2026

Last night, I met the most amazing woman. When Dana got me the ticket for the show, I didn’t give much thought to why there was a single ticket for sale. I was just happy I got to go. And then when I got there, running late, of course, and saw the woman who was sitting next to me, I just knew that she was the second ticket and had sold the one I had taken. I could be wrong, of course, but the way she was sitting there on her own, crying… it just spoke volumes to me.

I don’t think I’ve ever had such a strong urge to comfort someone, especially a stranger. But I desperately wanted to hold her hand and wipe away her tears. I tried not to look at her too much during the show, but I honestly don’t know if she would have noticed. She was so caught up in her grief that she wasn’t paying attention to anything else. She kept tucking her long, curly hair behind her ear like it was a habit. In the dark, it looked black, but it was just dark brown. And then she let me take her to dinner. She didn’t even argue with me when I paid the check. It was a quiet moment. She protested once and thanked me, but didn’t make a big deal out of it. And the conversation… It flowed the whole time. I know it was just one dinner, but it was so comfortable. I couldn’t believe it. I never wanted the night to end.

But in the light of morning, doubts creep in. She wouldn’t give me her number, but at least she took mine. What if she never calls me? She might not. I have no idea. There’s something that was bothering me as we said goodbye. I can’t think what it is, but something…

I am not doing myself any favors staying in bed late, so I get up and go for a run. It’s as I’m turning the corner back to my house that I see a glint of gold on the ground, and it hits me. She was wearing a ring. Was it on her ring finger? Was it an engagement ring? I try to remember, but I’m just not sure. Am I going to be the reason she and her partner break up? Am I going to be a homewrecker? Well, I guess if she doesn’t call me, it won’t matter. But damn do I want her to call me.