On our first—and last—dinner together, my date unwittingly spit morsels of lobster sandwich throughout the dining table while describing the circumstances of this first of their two divorces. He’d dressed for the event in khaki shorts, black socks, sandals, and a fanny pack, and seemed to be in their mid-70s—even though their profile on Elite Singles stated he had been 62.
Let’s simply state he wasn’t my kind.
Welcome to the realm of dating after 50, where this type of misfire is totally normal, particularly for those of us whom begin the seek out love on line. Continue reading “The Welcome that is realist’s to realm of dating after 50”