Two months later, George's frantic search for a companion completely fizzled out.
One morning, he flat-out refused to return to the park for his walk, opting to shuffle around their apartment complex instead.
He was incredibly tight-lipped about the reason why.
Gwen pulled Mia aside, but the little girl shook her head, insisting she didn't know anything.
It wasn't until Gwen bribed her with a massive box of chocolates that Mia finally spilled the beans. "One of the grandmas told Grandpa George he was punching above his weight and told him to take a good look in the mirror."
"Aunt Gwen, please don't say I told you. I promised Grandpa George I wouldn't tell a soul. It's a secret."
Gwen nodded solemnly. "This is our little secret. I won't tell anyone, and you shouldn't tell anyone else either."
Gwen had no intention of repeating it. She had every right to insult her own father, but hearing that some random woman at the park had humiliated him stung her pride just as much as his.
His embarrassment was her embarrassment.
Gwen figured she needed to find him a hobby to redirect his energy, anything to stop him from obsessing over finding a girlfriend at his age.
"Dad, do you have any other interests?"
"Drinking. But the doctor won't let me."
Gwen rolled her eyes so hard they ached. "I mean something that builds character. Calligraphy, painting, cooking, playing an instrument. Is there anything you'd like to try?"
"I was a factory worker my whole life. I know how to pour concrete. I don't know how to do any of that fancy stuff."
George crossed his arms, offended. The way his daughter asked made it sound like she was mocking him. His ego had taken a severe beating lately.
"Well, don't you want to learn something new?"
"Learn what? I've got one foot in the grave. What's the point?" he snapped.
Gwen gritted her teeth. The moment she suggested he learn a skill, he played the 'old man' card, but when he was hitting on women at the park, he certainly didn't think he was too old.

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