He certainly wasn't waiting for white steeds or dashing rescues.
he just wanted someone..........
that he could turn to at the supermarket and say "did you see that ?" when something crazy happened.
Someone who would roll their eyes at the same old corny stuff that Baxter rolled his eyes at.
Most of the time Baxter convinced himself that the hole he felt inside was just a teeny hole.He told himself that he just needed to get out more.
Baxter joined a social dance group. It was meant to be very low- key and lots of fun-all ages welcome.
He realised that in a certain age bracket there seemed to be less men and more women. This , and Baxter's impeccable manners, meant that Baxter's dance card was very full.
Frankly , he found it quite terrifying.
Baxter soon found himself looking for reasons to stay home on dance night.
Any reason would do.
Baxter joined a running club, and he knew pretty quickly that it wasn't going to work.
How could he meet people when he couldn't even keep up?
Baxter felt old and slow.Baxter felt completely and utterly alone.
A few days later, Baxter and Lou ran into each other in the cake shop. Lou enquired as to the health of Baxter's Tupperware collection and asked for recommendations for afternoon tea.
Personally, Baxter didn't think you go past a jam fancy.
On Saturday Lou called Baxter and invited him out for coffee
The secret to a great Saturday, according to Lou ,
involved coffee, cake, company ...and a table in the sun.
They went to the beach ...............
Lou even managed to drag Baxter along to a fancy dress party.