But Tessa was determined. She was going to find the man of her dreams, the man she was destined to love and cherish for the rest of her life, or it would kill her.
“I won’t allow it,” Mom Marilyn declared, arms crossed, frown plastered on her face.
“Ha. I’m 24, Mom. You can’t make me not do anything.” Tessa’s own frown created a line between her eyebrows. “That sounded weird. I just should have never told you, but in case…”
“In case you wonder where I am, now you know where to find me.” Tessa pulled out a face mask from her leather satchel, the one she usually took to work. But Tessa had been working and living from home for the past nine months. Her mother’s home, to be exact, because Tessa had roomed with two friends who tempted fate by not wearing masks and not socially distancing. Tessa might be crazy, but she wasn’t stupid.
“They won’t want you,” Marilyn suggested.
“I already signed up, Mom.” Tessa was an official volunteer to prick the skin of any citizen who stood in line at the local CVS, asking for a vaccine.
Tessa’s eyes turned dreamy. “My New Year’s resolution was to find ‘the one.’ I’m not going to do that on virtual dates nor by holing up in your guest room. I’m putting myself out there. And I’m doing a service to our country at the same time.”
Tessa stomped out of her childhood home, dressed in a short red skirt, a frilly white silk blouse, and a fancy face mask. Her eyes were dressed in lavender eye shadow and thin eye liner, since her eyes were the part of her that would need to exude compassion, caring, beauty and sexiness. That and the red high heels she tottered on.
She hummed as she drove to the boxy CVS. Who knew? Today could be the day that the guy – the right guy – could bare his arm, and his heart, to lonely, looking-for-love Tessa.