Even before Mollie’s expert guidance, several men have been already reaching out to me. Very flattering. Dare I, a Progressive Liberal, date a “centrist” from Portchester? Only one of the many options out there. Hey, this could even be fun. Wait a minute, his message to me is: “Hey! I am looking to meet a fun woman for… Good times.”
Could he be referring to taking me to Paris for a weekend?? Hmm, if so…My son quickly reassured me, “No that’s not what he’s talking about.”
Good thing that I am not in a hurry after all.
Got a message from a guy in Michigan that said “Hey”. I’m not sure if I am more turned off by his total lack of articulateness or his inability to read a map. No, Michigan does NOT border on NY.
Imagine my surprise when one of the next guys I heard from was Mr. Wannabe from faux Scarsdale. No comment or message, just his phone number. Hmm to call or not to call? Should that even be a question since he was a bit of an arse?
On the plus side, I have been texting with a seemingly lovely feller from White Plains. He is very appealing looking. Age appropriate and Jewish. Only hitch is that we live about 45 minutes away and neither of us owns a car or drives anymore. I told him that we are “like the bird and the fish”. He seems to believe that all is possible and has been encouraging me to call him and that I have nothing to lose. I am taking it very slow and he understands and respects that, at least for now. My daughter has kindly offered (with muscular husband in tow) to drive me to a restaurant halfway. They would be willing to chaperone and sit a few tables away, likely glowering at poor Mr. Carless. Would any man have the cojones for that?? Just texted Mr. Carless to ascertain his last name so I could do some “internet research” on him. Too soon for Facebook?
Actually gave Carless my phone number and he called within 2 minutes. Of course. I asked him what took him so long. He is a very pleasant and charming person and we may meet in a few weeks. The Uber fee to Peekskill is $ 30. Not too bad. But truly, for those who know me well, can I find happiness with a man who talks more than I do?
Just got a like from a guy that calls himself Harborfront. He likes the beach, drag racing and, although he hasn’t read much, recently James Patterson and Michael Crichton are his go-tos. I like guys that read actual literature. I have champagne tastes, but seem to be attracting the beer-loving dudes. What am I doing wrong?