RSteve
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For over a decade I've been pissing and moaning about being alone. My wife died in 2008 after an horrendous 5-year battle with metastatic breast cancer. I didn't even think about meeting another woman until about 2011. That was for a couple of reasons: I was still suffering the shock of her illness and death, plus I thought any less than a three year wait was disrespectful to my wife's memory and to my daughters.
About two years ago, one of my daughters in cahoots with the other daughter, registered me for a dating site for old people. About every day, I get an email with photos of old ladies who live within the Mpls.-St. Paul metro area. I read descriptions and press "pass." Only once did I respond to an inquiry from a woman. She looked lovely; was well educated; had positive relations with her adult children; yada...yada.
We met to go for a walk. I was rather surprised to see that she was significantly bent and walked with a cane. Her photo was apparently at least 15 years old. She had selected where we'd walk. We walked for a bit, passing by a beautiful home with an expansive garden. I commented that the landscaping looked to be the work of skilled professionals. And she replied, "No, I did it all myself. This was the home where I lived with my husband before the divorce." (And this is where she's taking me on tour?) I told her after an hour of chit chat, somewhat gently, that I thought we were not a good match.
I have dated a few women via friends' introductions and I have consented a few times to be an escort to a wedding or official occasion.
Within the last couple of hours, my older daughter stopped by to check on me. I thanked her for her concern and foolishly said, "It's not easy being sick, in pain, and alone." To which she replied, "You've had innumerable opportunities to meet a nice woman. You know that in your age group in the Twin Cities women outnumber men 4 to 1." And stupid ass me replied, "All those ladies on that website where you signed me up look old and dried up."
"Daddy, you really think you look any different?"
And that, my friends, really hurt.
although I think it's kind of funny
About two years ago, one of my daughters in cahoots with the other daughter, registered me for a dating site for old people. About every day, I get an email with photos of old ladies who live within the Mpls.-St. Paul metro area. I read descriptions and press "pass." Only once did I respond to an inquiry from a woman. She looked lovely; was well educated; had positive relations with her adult children; yada...yada.
We met to go for a walk. I was rather surprised to see that she was significantly bent and walked with a cane. Her photo was apparently at least 15 years old. She had selected where we'd walk. We walked for a bit, passing by a beautiful home with an expansive garden. I commented that the landscaping looked to be the work of skilled professionals. And she replied, "No, I did it all myself. This was the home where I lived with my husband before the divorce." (And this is where she's taking me on tour?) I told her after an hour of chit chat, somewhat gently, that I thought we were not a good match.
I have dated a few women via friends' introductions and I have consented a few times to be an escort to a wedding or official occasion.
Within the last couple of hours, my older daughter stopped by to check on me. I thanked her for her concern and foolishly said, "It's not easy being sick, in pain, and alone." To which she replied, "You've had innumerable opportunities to meet a nice woman. You know that in your age group in the Twin Cities women outnumber men 4 to 1." And stupid ass me replied, "All those ladies on that website where you signed me up look old and dried up."
"Daddy, you really think you look any different?"
And that, my friends, really hurt.
although I think it's kind of funny