Shortly before the first day of spring, I took a vacation all by myself. I needed to stop thinking and stop worrying about men. I needed to be off on my own for a while to clear my head and my heart. A few bad relationships will do that to a girl.

On day four of my trip, I sat at the bar sipping a colorful mixed drink, while I waited for my rare steak with fries. I didn’t think anything of the bartender looking at me. Guys looked at me all the time, and occasionally I looked at them. But I started to notice this man was different. He gazed at me like I was a puzzle he wanted to solve, not just a potential object of his flirtation.

Putting my head down, I did my best to ignore the thought — and his dark stare. But by the time I was done eating, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

I waved him... Read More