The Second Step

Over the next two weeks, Jack and I texted every day. Some days our conversations were constant, with messages flying back and forth from morning until night. Other days were a little more spaced out as work, family, and life got in the way. Either way, I found myself looking forward to hearing from him. Getting to know him felt easy, and with every conversation we seemed to click a little more.

My 29th birthday came and went during that time, and something surprising happened: I didn't feel lonely. For the first time in a while, I felt excited about what might be ahead instead of dwelling on what was behind me.

We had our second date the Saturday after I got back from the shore. We chose a café owned by my brother-in-law's sisters. I was a little nervous about the location. It was a very public place, and there was always the chance that someone I knew would walk through the door. Dating again was still new territory for me, and I wasn't quite ready for unexpected run-ins or questions from curious acquaintances. Thankfully, none appeared.

When we arrived, there was a short wait before we could get seated, so we took a walk nearby. We talked about everything and nothing at the same time—our pets, hobbies, friends, and what our typical weeks looked like. I told him stories about my dog, and he told me about the outdoor cats he regularly fed, despite insisting they weren't actually his.

"My band is playing tonight a few towns over," Jack said casually.

I immediately lit up. I would have loved to go, but I had already promised my sister that I would pick up the keg for her and my brother-in-law's party later that evening and stay to help with the kids.

"If I get out on time, I'll come to the bar and watch your show," I said, and I genuinely meant it.

The date itself flew by. Conversation never felt forced, and there wasn't a single awkward silence. By the time it ended, I couldn't stop smiling. As we walked back to my car, I felt lighter than I had in months.

Before I got in, Jack looked at me for a moment.

"I know it's kind of weird to ask," he said, "but I think it's important to make sure it's okay."

I gave him a puzzled look.

"Ask me what?"

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" he asked.

"Yes, of course," I answered.

He smiled and leaned in.

It was a great kiss—the kind that leaves you grinning the entire drive home. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I realized I was happier than I had been in a very long time.