The Exact Problem When Life Happens  moon over city  “I met a
girl.”  This constituted Andrew’s explanation when his father
asked why he hasn’t gone down to the pitch to play baseball with
his friends as always. The evening was young, the moon proud,
illuminating the sky, making it clear and crisp, unlike Andrew’s
head which was a tangle of thoughts that stirred him good and
bad at once.  Eric’s eyebrows shot up. “Interesting, tell me
more.” He took the chair opposite him at the porch, his thumb on
his chin and his lips kissing his index finger. He had always
thought his son incredibly shy and identified it as the sole
reason why at 21 he has not got himself a woman to bring more
zest into his life. Around that time, he has married his son’s
mother, thinking she was the love of his life, only to know
better after 20 years and a nasty divorce.  Andrew sighed,
trying to find the words to best explain how he feels. “It was
at a coffee shop, last week. I stood by the counter and after
getting my cup I literally b