THE LATER DATER

THE LATER DATER

“What have you got to lose?” Rhonda persisted. “It’s only a date! Just do it!” Rhonda had a different perspective. She was eternally married. She knew her story. She knew her plot. There was one waiting for her right next to her husband’s. I pictured my solitary headstone awkwardly alone in the singles section of our community cemetery, probably next to some guy I didn’t want to square dance with in sixth grade.
Thus prodded, Jane Harrison, 62, attractive, accomplished and finding herself alone, reluctantly signs up for CarpeDiem.com, a matchmaking website for daters of a certain age. But as the saying now goes, be careful what you log in for! Soon Jane is meeting all kinds of guys – including but not limited to: non-existent, notorious, kind of nice, glorious, and you’ve-got-to-be-kidding uproarious. Not to mention the adventures that await heroine Jane on her romantic quest: Doing epic battle with a fiendish undergarment and a truly evil cosmetic. Plus, most daunting of all, trial before The Supreme Court of Practical Women.
Too bad Jane, the once free-spirited musical librarian, sold her insouciant silver convertible. She’s in for quite a ride.