Well, I met the "age appropriate man." His son opted out. When I asked him why his son wasn't there, his comment was he didn't want to cramp his style. Hmmmm!
I was on time to the restaurant and when I walked up to the door this older man was sitting there on the walkway bench. At first I didn't recognize him. I had only seen him in dim light and then he was wearing a suit coat. This guy was in a checked sport shirt It took me a couple seconds to realize this man was the one I had gone to dinner with a week before.
We sat on the bench for a couple of minutes and he explained why his son wasn't there and then said, "lets go in for lunch." We were escorted to a table and after we were seated the waitress came up and we ordered ice teas to drink.
This man is a perfectly nice man but there is absolutely not one ounce of me that wants to see him again. He had announced previously that he didn't feel his age, (he does look it) and I just can't see me with him.
He kept making plans for a weekend in Las Vegas, a play he wanted to take me to and also functions at the Hollywood Bowl. I didn't say a word but launched into the fact that I was really busy with a lot of friends that took up my time. That is actually true. I don't know what is wrong with me. This man is only five years older then I and yet I feel and think I look years younger then he does. My ex-husband at eight three looked younger. I suppose one of the reasons he looks older is that he is bald.
We placed our orders, coconut shrimp for me with a salad and Mahi Mahi for him. We had a nice conversation and it was comfortable, but just that, comfortable, for him. My mind was wandering and I was more then ready for the hour and a half to end.
He walked me to my car and then crossed the parking lot to a rather beat up car that might have been a Toyota. I don't judge people on what they drive but in California, in this area, hardly anyone in this drives an older car. I sound like a snob, I know, but at my age I'm not going to go for second best. I have to figure out a way to tell him I don't want to see him again. He was making plans for me to meet his two other sons that were coming into town. I'll figure it out ,I always do, to let him down easily.
On another note...I had the funniest email from a man that was forty six years old and lived in Chicago. He said he had his PhD. His email said, he thought I was sexy as hell and why was I looking at men that were between the ages of fifty and seventy. (they were the ages I put on the website.) He went on to say, "what did I want with a grumpy ass old man," and I deserved better then that. Then he proceeded to send me his phone number and asked me to call him to talk. He is six foot five and big but come on, forty six?
I should just do a book on the emails I receive from some of the men out there. Some are so over the top and some of them so funny it would be a great read. Too bad I've deleted most of them. Maybe I'll keep track of the ones that come in after this date.
So that was the day today. Now I'm waiting for my friends daughter to come over to help me on this computer. My Editor sent me a copy of my book that needed some revisions and of course, stupid me, can't make anything work the way it should. Even the printer gave up the ghost and refuses to print. Something about a print job that is blocking all other print jobs. God give me strength. I've been playing with this computer all day, off and on, and I give up.
Tomorrow is Easter and then before we know it, May.
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