By Joyce Glass
Over thirty years ago, at 17-years old and a senior in high school, I went on what I thought would be my last first date, then I married at age 20. Fast forward to October 2021, after moving to Waynesville, N.C. in May, finalizing a divorce in June, and settling into a new job as manager of Sassafras on Main, I wanted to date. I hoped to meet someone as I went about my daily life like in a Hallmark movie, and we would hit it off and date. Now, stop laughing. It could happen, but it didn't for me. Let’s face it. This doesn’t happen to many people these days.