Oh well
After your resounding advice, I consented to having a drink. He beamed. He told me I looked lovely, and he paid. I'm still just not that interested. Sadly, I'd like to be the sort who has a handsome younger man on my arm, but this is not the one. I find him dull.
Dull is not sexy. Oh well.
Dull is not sexy. Oh well.
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But yes, dull is not sexy.
Onward, single sister.
Sounds like everyone else would improve in comparison to this poor kid, even if you have to explain spontaneous water balloon fights and the strangely American pie-throwing fetish. (Diagrams usually work best.)
When I was a single unemployed mercenary dating for food (three weeks in my mid twenties), I could justify allowing someone to pick up the tab by knowing I could do an impression of charming and interested for 64 minutes, 20 seconds. It seems that the least one could do. (For the record I only had to escape post-entree through a restaurant kitchen once. Republican. Married.) We owe it to you to be at least interesting, if not dazzling and well-shod.
What is dating if not to be amused? (-sigh-) With SF Bay breezes and affection, Madame L.
I was hoping for something more along the lines of, "... and by the time we found my underwear, the fire dept. had arrived, so we had to...", but I'm a dreamer and slightly bent.
Now, the question is: does he have a blog and what did he have to say about your quasi-date? Hmmm...