Terrie Lewis

One Glass of Merlot

I’ll move the glass of merlot again, just a little bit closer to the edge of the table, in case Derek can’t see it. I am sitting at a small table for two in a quaint French bistro in Manhattan. I find myself fidgeting in my seat, waiting for my date. I met Derek in an online wine discussion forum. For six months we have chatted, first on the group page and then through text. We discussed our love of wine, food, and travel. Last week while we were talking, we discovered we were both single and only lived two hours from one another. It had been Derek’s idea to meet, and I had gladly accepted. The more we talked, the more I realized how much we had in common, until now, that is…