Her name is Lynn. She lives nearby. She contacted me and we e-mailed before she suggested we meet at the New Britain Museum of American Art. We met. I figure she decided on not having a second date maybe fifteen minutes in. Me, about a half hour. Don’t get me wrong, Lynn is a wonderful, loving woman. But we’re not ever in this lifetime make a go of it. I blew it. I chattered like a six year old with ten Pixie Stix and a two liter bottle of Coke in him. I tried waaay too hard. She finally sat us down on a bench and let me down. She had baggage, not the bad kind but family and activities she did that were…