Ruthie Ann’s Designing Man

Ruthie Ann worked as a graphic designer in Cortez, Colorado. She met an architect named Edmond through her position on the design review board. He was about twenty years older but smart and distinguished looking with his gray hair and eyes. She liked the work he’d done around the Durango train station.
Edmond asked Ruthie Ann out to dinner, and she said yes. She loved design, and she loved buildings. They decided to meet at a shi-shi restaurant in Durango where he lived. He kept his part of the conversation going through dessert. Ruthie Ann felt good about the prospect of an LTR, long term relationship. Edmond was old school and picked up the entire tab. Ruthie Ann let him, since that was the way it was back then.
But Edmond had some payback in mind. His designs on Ruthie included a sleepover that very evening. He walked her to her car in the parking lot.
“Come over to my place,” he said, touching her dark hair and tucking a loose strand behind her ear.
Ruthie Ann was so startled she burped her creme brulee.
“Uh, I need to go out with a guy nineteen times before I do that,” she said.
Edmond looked peeved and rolled his eyes. “Why nineteen?”
“It’s a prime number,” she said.
“Three is a prime number, too!” he bellowed.
Not following his logic, Ruthie Ann climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door.
“So is one!” she mouthed through the glass as she pulled away.

Couldda Wouldda Shouldda
If Ruthie Ann would’ve given Edmond a chance, she would’ve eventually fallen in love with the guy and married him. They would’ve worked on a few design projects together before eventually growing apart and leading separate yet comfortable lives. Edmond would pass away, and Ruthie, still in the prime of her life, would inherit a small fortune and buy a ranch in the Four Corners Area where she would rehabilitate abused horses.

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