I was looking for a handyman, not a “handsy” man.
And don't think I was too old to know the difference.
You wouldn't believe the things these eyes had seen.
Thought I'd seen it all—until I joined Tinder.
I was swiping men away like flies. To the left. To the left.
Too grouchy. Too gassy.
Not enough hair. Not enough teeth.
I was elderly, not dead.
The last person I’d expected to see was Clyde Jenkins.
Now, here was a man who could handle his tools.
I was looking for a home-cooked meal now and again … and maybe a respectable woman to warm my bed.
After spending a little time on this online dating app, I wasn't sure there were many women my age still alive out there.
Then, I stumbled across a photo that gave my pacemaker—and other parts—a tickle.
Marilyn May … I knew she was a feisty lady and a dang good cook.
She’d also happened to be my first sweetheart.
So, I did what any self-respecting man in his post-prime would do.
I swiped right, trimmed my nose hairs, and pulled out my church shirt.
They don't call these the golden years for nothing!
About the author
Kat Addams is a forever twenty-nine-year-old fashionista following her lifelong dream of writing contemporary romance inspired by the exotic men she meets in her worldly travels. At least, that’s what she would like for you to think. She’s certainly not a stay-at-home mom indulging in excessive daydreaming, frozen pizzas, an unhealthy addiction to purchasing pajamas, and one too many cocktails on the regular. That’s some other romance author. The poor thing probably has to sneak away upstairs to write her dirty stories! What would her family think? Thankfully, that’s not Kat!