Meet Douglas

--Adrienne Miller

Douglas is my date this November. That scruffy hair. That half smile. That mischievous look in his eyes. Oh yeah, I don’t think its going to be a problem spending a whole month with Douglas.

Of course, it’s easy to say that now, while November is still young, while we are still in that thrilling hook up stage of our relationship. I’m well aware of how things will change around the middle of the month. How he will start to break away from the plan I’ve mapped out for him and start doing his own thing. You see, Douglas is cocky and he's headstrong. He's even a little crazy. But he’ll come back to me. They always do.

How does my family feel about this autumn fling? Oh, I’m sure they’ll manage. Don’t feel sorry for them; they knew the job was dangerous when they took it. Besides, there are worse things in the world than a month of takeout dinners and leftover lunches. It’s a well known fact that November is a month of literary abandon...and parental and spousal neglect.

Will things work out between Douglas and I? Will our liaison last to the bookstore shelf? Do I even dare dream of a bestseller list or two? I know it’s too early to say now, but it’s so easy to dream when I gaze into those eyes.