Sure, he was tall, dark and handsome, and I looked good in my Tahari suit, handed down to me from My Sister's Closet. We looked like the perfect couple, and got all sorts of encouragement from our colleagues. One lady even admonished Brian (not his real name) to "make sure she gets to her car okay." A gentleman, I thought. Little did I know that he really fit the old-fashioned word; he was my senior by 35 years. A combination of hair dye, good vitamins and unclear communication had hid that fact for many years.
The plan was for Brian to drive me to my car, at another parking lot. When we got there, our high from the motivational speech had turned into trading stories about our bad jobs and future plans. "What a shame to cut it off at this point," I thought, and ignored the blinking clock. Red flag number one at 12:10 AM. Dating Disaster: His Name Wasn't Scott, Evidently
My eyes started drooping at 2:45 AM. I began wondering if it was a shame (or not) that our literature and philosophy chats kept getting cut off for the tyranny of urgent meetings. We'd been lightly flirting for months, but no action until tonight. Brian's promise of coffee at Denny's "later on" turned out to be empty. He barely had enough money for gas and shoe polish.
We stayed in that car until 5 AM. Brian had a lot of history to cover. His upbringing as a minor diplomat's son, his Stoic training at an English boarding school, his unbreakable rugby bones... all of this was paraded past my innocent nose while I would much rather have been snogging. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought, and remained awake by talking about my exes and the latest dipstick who'd hit on me at Starbucks. "He was a dirty old man!," I said, louder than necessary, and nearly hit Brian with a flailing hand. "He told me that he wanted to be 'much more than friends,' when we'd just been talking about his grandchildren." I snorted, then noticed Brian's sudden silence; perhaps he'd gotten tired. Red flags were waving vigorously, with nobody home to see them. Dating Disaster: He Froze My Match.com Account