Date with Chuck!
Jonathan O'Neil was freaking out.
Now those who knew him would wonder at this but really it wasn't that hard to explain. He hadn't really dated in the last two years. One really horrible date (with a girl! Ew!) was all he'd done. The rest were one night stands that amounted to nothing. And before the split, the old man hadn't really dated since the divorce. The occasional offworld flings did not count.
He'd unpacked his clothes, at least, and he thought he had a good look going. Snug blue jeans, gray t-shirt under a buttoned-up green and blue plaid flannel. Not dressy, no, but comfy and casual. He had put on his sneakers and was putting in his small silver hoop earings when the chime sounded. "Come in!"
Now those who knew him would wonder at this but really it wasn't that hard to explain. He hadn't really dated in the last two years. One really horrible date (with a girl! Ew!) was all he'd done. The rest were one night stands that amounted to nothing. And before the split, the old man hadn't really dated since the divorce. The occasional offworld flings did not count.
He'd unpacked his clothes, at least, and he thought he had a good look going. Snug blue jeans, gray t-shirt under a buttoned-up green and blue plaid flannel. Not dressy, no, but comfy and casual. He had put on his sneakers and was putting in his small silver hoop earings when the chime sounded. "Come in!"