My date started complaining about his ex, expecting sympathy—instead, I started to agree with her.
I may be biased, but I am a smart, witty and sharp woman and I have not lost my sex appeal, despite my age (47) and the three kids I have given birth to. However, as my dating record shows, it seems like I still don't have it all.
Soon after separating from my ex-husband, a close friend of mine offered me a special birthday present: a day at one of the most exclusive local beauty salons. While waiting for our turn, she was just starting to talk me into getting back into the dating game when the sexiest guy on Earth approached us.
"Wow," he says heading towards me, "who's the lucky guy doing you?"
"Rob," my friend answered quickly enough to save me from embarrassment. As it took me a minute to realize he was referring to my hair (which is indeed one of my best physical assets), I was about to start mumbling about being a divorcee with a rusty sex life. Dating Disaster: A Guy, A Girl, Her Gas
Cut to two days later, and I'm walking into this chic restaurant where the sexy hair stylist is waiting for me at a corner table. A bit of small talk, the atmosphere is relaxed, there's music and candle light... all the promises of a successful date.
We look at the menus and the dreamy stylist asks me, "What do you say about some fried calamari?" Yes! One of my favorite dishes.
"I wish I was locked in a room filled with calamari and forced to eat my way out of it," I answer, trying to be funny.
"Great!," he responds and starts complaining about his ex not allowing him to eat anything fried because he has a bit of a cholesterol issue. Dating Disaster: Are You A "Businessman" Or A Pimp?
From this moment on, everything is downhill.
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