Your Planet or Mine?

FROM THAT DAY FORWARD, Jana talked. And talked. With eloquent abandon. She talked her way through the rest of her school years, through four years at Stanford and a Rhodes scholarship to Cambridge University in England. By the time she was twenty-nine, she'd talked her way through a landslide election that ended with her taking office as the youngest state senator in California history. As the first female Jasper to hold public office, much was said about her gift of gab and how it helped forge a real connection with her constituents. To her dismay, even more was said about her social life. "You go through men like I go through chocolate," Evie told Jana after the breakup of her most recent relationship. This time, it had been an actual engagement. It was the third time Jana had gone that far with any of the men she'd dated and she'd hoped the third time would be a charm, but as soon as the marriage plans began in earnest, she'd gotten cold feet. Now at thirty-two Jana was back to being California's Most Eligible Bachelorette, a title she wore as comfortably and as enthusiastically as a purple tutu. Lately, even her family had gotten in on the matchmaking pressure. Everyone except for Grandpa, wheelchair-bound in his nineties but with a mind as sharp as ever. Clutching a mug of coffee, Jana sat across the dining table from him as she did every Tuesday morning. Foggy daylight filtered through the French doors in the breakfast room. Bagels and cream cheese were set out on antique china that had been in the family since the 1800s. "Jana, your personal life and your political future are intertwined." Grandpa crossed two thick fingers and shook them at her. She supposed he thought she needed a visual. "You're going to have to commit to someone soon, or risk being seen as a person who can't commit to anything at all." Sixty years between them, but to this day, they remained the closest of friends. He'd certainly been the best political mentor around, but nothing beat getting a second opinion on men from one who'd been around for almost a century. "I don't sleep around," she said. "I date around." "To the public, to your rivals, it's the same thing." "My social life is nowhere near as exciting as everyone thinks." "And there you have it, girl. It's what people think that counts, not what you actually do -- or not do. What you have to work on now is changing the perception that you're a playgirl who won't, or can't, settle down. Marriage will do that for you. Use your stubbornness, punkin. That relentless drive. Focus on the kind of life partner you want and go for it. Don't consider anyone who doesn't fit your specifications, and you won't be left with doubts. Choose wisely." She drained her coffee and gazed at the grinds left on the bottom of the cup. They formed a little heart. Oh, for goodness sake. She shook the cup, scattering the grinds. There, now they more closely resembled her love life: no direction, no substance. "I want magic, Grandpa. That's what I'm looking for and can't find. A man with the kind of magic you can taste in the very first kiss." Surprised, her grandfather sat back in his wheelchair. "I want to feel like I did when I kissed my imaginary friend Peter when I was a little girl," she blurted out, feeling her face warm. "You kissed him?" Gripping the armrests of his wheelchair, he leaned forward. "You never told me that." "He was imaginary, remember?" "Yes, but..." he blustered. "Besides, I was nine. Kissing any male who wasn't a family member would have been too mortifying to admit. But I tell you, Grandpa, imaginary or not, he spoiled me for anyone else." "Good thing you didn't tell me this then. I'd have gone after that boy with my shotgun." Jana laughed. "I can picture you raging all around the ranch, firing at nothing, trying to catch something that wasn't there." "Is it any different from what you're doing right now with yourGrant, Susan is the author of 'Your Planet or Mine?', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373771066 and ISBN 0373771061.