Christine trudged down the aisle of the grocery store a week later feeling guilty for leaving Angela in day care so she could shop in peace. She wished her life was more glamorous than that, but she wouldn’t trade her daughter for anything.

She just wished she was doing something more entertaining than picking which box of cereal Angela would eat. Like maybe having sex.

Christine was starting to wonder if you could be medically considered a virgin after you’d given birth. She hadn’t seen any action since her one night stand resulted in a kid. Thankfully most men didn’t want to sleep with someone who was pregnant with another man’s child.

Not that it helped Christine.

She was ready and willing but couldn’t find someone like her. Someone who wanted kids, even if they weren’t his. Someone who wouldn’t run from her no-longer-perfect body. Someone who might want her for more than one night.

Then again, one night could be all Christine could take.

She absently drove up and down aisles until she collected every item on her list. On her way to the cash register she paused to look at a magazine. When she pushed again she ran straight into a man darting into line in front of her.

“What are you doing?’

“Going to check out. I didn’t see you.”

“It’s fine. I get that all the time.”

He looked familiar but she couldn’t imagine she knew him.

Then it hit her! The rude, but sweet, guy from the party store.

And Christine wasn’t about to let him away without getting his number.