At 51, Bachelor #23 was a little old for me, but after the toddlers I'd gone out with in the past, the idea of dating a sophisticated gentleman made me ignore such notions as the thought of seeing a fifty-one-year-old man naked. When he suggested we meet at a lovely rooftop bar in a very nice downtown hotel, I was thrilled. A sophisticated gentleman at last! And wonder of wonders, he did not need a paper bag over his head! Things were looking up. He was a little forward, but the big 4-0 was just days away. We had to focus on the positive.
Unfortunately, that was about it for the positive. Bachelor #23 tried to convince me he was retired, but in fact he'd been packaged out of his job and was only able to scrape by on his savings by reducing his life to the teeniest existence imaginable. He spent his days walking. He had no friends. There was no point in asking what was new in his life, because he didn't have one.
Thankfully, I didn't have to see him naked.
Next.
Unfortunately, that was about it for the positive. Bachelor #23 tried to convince me he was retired, but in fact he'd been packaged out of his job and was only able to scrape by on his savings by reducing his life to the teeniest existence imaginable. He spent his days walking. He had no friends. There was no point in asking what was new in his life, because he didn't have one.
Thankfully, I didn't have to see him naked.
Next.