At 55, I Didn’t Think I’d Find Love Again. Then A Surprising Gesture Changed My Mind

Summary

Two weeks after I’d met Randal for coffee, he called on the Sunday night before Memorial Day to say, “Tomorrow I’m going to spend the day driving through the Marin Hills to Stinson Beach with stops at my favourite restaurants along the way. Have you ever had breakfast at Fred’s in Sausalito?” I hadn’t, and I didn’t particularly want to. My initial reaction: absolutely not. There’d be holiday traffic, parking nightmares, overpriced under-refrigerated shrimp sandwiches, and worst of all, an entire day trapped in a car with someone I barely knew. Besides, I’d already signed up for my third hike…

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