Here are a few - I had so many, I actually created a private FB group for my interested friends because I got tired of whinging on my primary FB account - lol
the fork-licker. When our entrees arrived, he licked the salad dressing off of his fork as if it were a lollipop
"separated" men who "...live in half a duplex I own and my wife and kids live in the other half"
divorced men who "still vacation with my ex and my sons" . The sons in question are both over 20...I suggested to him that if his ex was still so great they vacationed together, he should just re-marry her and recoup the tax breaks. Heh.
men who made it clear they wouldn't date plus-sized women, yet had breasts larger than mine.
men who didn't want to date with an eye toward a possible relationship, but who wanted to "hang out". Translation - they wanted to eat my food, drink my wine, sleep with me, and then leave.
men who made fun of me because I use cloth napkins and actual china when I serve meals
the man who gave me the full-court press for 3 months and then just as I was starting to fall, decided to go back to his former girlfriend - with whom he had only broken up with about a week before I met him. Funny how that never came up in conversation.
So, I gave up. I adopted a dog early last year, and I made up my mind that this is how it would be. I would be single and I would have a pretty good job and I would knit and read and cook my way through "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" and I would take day trips and I'd paint and have a life that was about the same (and probably better, actually) than the lives of most 50-something single women. I finally made peace with myself and the fact that I would be single from here on out.
I had a lot on my plate health-wise. I was diagnosed with acute anemia last March. I had hired a personal trainer in August 2015, and when my progress started reversing seriously, she made me promise to see a doctor. Thankfully, I listened and with the help of a series of iron infusions, I was able to recover quickly and get back on track.
Around the time I was in the middle of my iron infusions, I received an email from a man with whom I had briefly exchanged a few messages on an online dating site before I hung it up - lol. He asked if we could meet for dinner. I told him I wasn't really up to meeting anyone because of my health issues, but that we could write and text. We did for a while, and then he asked if he could call me. I thought "what the heck - why not?", so he did. He was very polite and we talked and texted about a lot of things. He was a reader and had a great vocabulary, used proper punctuation (hey - we all have our turn-ons, right? Hah!) and was employed. Divorced for 13 years, he had 3 grown sons - 26, 23 and 18 - whom he had raised on his own. He lived about 80 miles away in NY state (for those of you who have not had the distinct fun of online dating, a distance of 80 miles is practically next door).
After we had been communicating for a while, he asked again if we could meet for dinner. By this time, I felt really good and healthy, so I said yes. I figured it would end the same way as before - dinner, some laughs, and then he'd move on to find someone closer/thinner/younger/whatever.
That was 8 months ago. Every weekend, except this last one when his area had a lot of snow, he has driven 80 miles down to me on Friday afternoons and left Monday mornings. He's the grounds superintendent for a 12-school district and snows screw everything up. The last guy I dated for any length of time only lived 25 miles from me, yet only came to my house about 6 times in the 2 years we dated. It's true what they say - when someone is interested, they'll make sure you know it.
He is planning on moving here this year when his youngest son leaves the nest. Yep - he thinks I'm worth that 160 mile RT every day for the next 10 years (until he retires).
Sometimes, giving up brings good things :)
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