Mayday

Mayday: Tinder Love in the Golden Years

Sometimes, all it takes is a hot meal—or a broken heater—to spark a long-lost flame!

Marilyn

I was looking for a handyman, not a "handsy" man. 
And don't think I was too old to know the difference. 
You wouldn't believe the things these eyes had seen. 
Thought I'd seen it all—until I joined Tinder. 
I was swiping men away like flies. To the left. To the left. 
Too grouchy. Too gassy. 
Not enough hair. Not enough teeth. 
I was elderly, not dead. 
The last person I'd expected to see was Clyde Jenkins.
Now, here was a man who could handle his tools. 

Clyde

I was looking for a home-cooked meal now and again … and maybe a respectable woman to warm my bed. 
After spending a little time on this online dating app, I wasn't sure there were many women my age still alive out there. 
Then, I stumbled across a photo that gave my pacemaker—and other parts—a tickle. 
Marilyn May … I knew she was a feisty lady and a dang good cook. 
She'd also happened to be my first sweetheart. 
So, I did what any self-respecting man in his post-prime would do. 
I swiped right, trimmed my nose hairs, and pulled out my church shirt. 

They don't call these the golden years for nothing!  

Mayday is a Dirty South novella.