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apartment. There was no view, but what would I have seen? Skyscrapers? I didn’t too much care for the side view of the buildings. There wasn’t much space but I didn’t need much and most importantly, there was no second room to rent out. That was as close to serenity as I could get.
    Step one, move across the country. Check. Step two, find a place to live. Check. Step three, find a job. Also surprisingly easy, although not exactly a job I was jumping for joy about. I would be a transcriptionist. What does that mean? It means I type everything I hear or see. I was working for a medical firm who got the technology notice late this century. So I recorded all of their patient records, notes and such into this huge database. For a moment, I thought this job wouldn’t last long until I visited to finish my hire paperwork. At the basic rate, I would be here for years. They had actual sheds of files. I was happy to have a job above minimum wage, even if the job might bore me to tears.  Step four proved a little more difficult. Selling Lassie required me to drive out to someone and then get a cab back. Yes, my car’s name is Lassie. You got a problem?
    I had one co-worker, Linda, she sat at a desk adjacent to me. We worked back to back and had brief contact when she passed over a completed patient chart to be updated in the system. Linda was a chain smoker that took every break we were allowed. That was once at 10 am, lunch, 2 or 3 pm and then we were off at 5. She talked like a chain smoker as well. Something akin to the sound nails, screws, and soda cans would make in a garbage disposal. Between all the noises were words for you to try to piece together into English. She was blessed to be a woman of few words in her late years. Although I could not confirm her age, I know she looked a day over sixty-nine. I say sixty-nine for two reasons. One, I do think she’d curse me if I whispered she might be seventy and two, Linda made it clear she was still a vibrant thing and frequented online dating sites. I put a nip in the bud of those conversations going on too long after she told me her latest date wanted to do her in the butt and inquired what number of dates was good enough to make him wait. My stomach wanted to lose its lunch but my brain knew no matter what, I’d never unsee what she caused me to imagine.
    “You know what your problem is?” she said in between an unlit cigarette in her mouth. “You too uptight. How long you been in this city?” I was sure she wasn’t biting the cigarette but how it stayed in her mouth was magic. It bobbed up and down, dangerously teetering between her blackened lips but never falling. “You need to go out some. Loosen up. This city has lots to offer. Let me tell you, this site called Super Natural Dating, has been giving me tens back to back.”
    I cringed, knowing that something bad was coming but too weak to stop it.
    “Seriously. I forgot how I found it but you gotta try it. Men of all ages on there and they are fine.” She paused, holding the cigarette to lick her lips and whip her chair around to hand me a manila folder. “I went on a date with a tall Italian and he knew how to speak in foreign languages. Girl, his tongue was amazing.”
    Eww. There it was. The bomb of yucky that I knew had more detonating to do.
    “His name was Antonio. After him was George. George was no looker but he could scratch every itch you could possibly have. He moved like a snake. Slithering up and down and putting me in positions I forgot about with old age. Last week, I was out with Ken. He was no Barbie doll. Let me tell you. He had a face like mine and an ass like Jehovah.” Finishing her spiel she eyed me over her shoulder, making the cigarettes bob to unheard music. “Try the site. I promise you. It’s for any woman, every woman, and all women.”
    I was almost positive I did not want to be in a place where Linda frequented. In fact, I was so against that when I went home, bored per usual

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