Thirty-five and Single by Terri E. Laine

It hits me while celebrating my birthday with my sisters that I’m thirty-five and single. Shouldn’t I finally date someone other than my ex?
I totally deserve that, right?
After way too many lemon drop shots, I’m tricked into trying on my younger sister considerate gift as she put it. Did I mention it’s a gag gift? A “my milkshakes bring all the boys to my yard” t-shirt and velour sweatpants with “Sin-a-Buns” written across my bottom which she finds all too hilarious.
That’s how Joel finds me, too smashed to open my apartment door and when I do, I take a drunken slip and slid across the floor with my Sin-A-Buns on full display.
When I look up into his gorgeous face, I forget all the reasons why it’s a bad idea to hook-up with my twenty-something neighbor. Infact, it’s a fan-freaking-tastic idea.
Until I wake in the morning with a delicious ache between mylegs and a pounding headache. I’m mature enough not to regret it, but adultenough to realize it can’t happen again.

First–I’m too old for him. He’s in his twenties.
Second— I’m single for the first time in years. Like I’veonly ever dated one guy.
Third–Shouldn’t I date multiple men before I find the one?Wasn’t that my first mistake?
Only Joel isn’t giving up.
He’s determined to prove age is just a number–
And I’m his number one.