Wonderful @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } “After just one date - - -I’m ready to promise him anything!” SMALL TOWN HERO My sister’s voice was overflowing with disgust as she said, “When I told you to take a night class, I didn’t mean a cooking class. I meant something like the Science of Climate Change or Basic Car Repair.”“But Sophie, I love cooking. Besides, this isn’t ordinary cooking, it’s oriental cooking. The teacher is just great,” I said defensively. But I knew what she was getting at.“How many men are in the class, Kristin?” she asked.“Several,” I lied. There may have been two. I wasn’t sure. I had been so intent on copying recipes and learning how to chop with a cleaver, I really hadn’t noticed. To my sister, whose life revolved around meeting men, it would have been inconceivable to go to a class just to learn something. She spent her waking hours thinking of activities that would bring her in contact with eligible men.
