The Old Guy

Well, it happened. Tonight I met a man that was old.....er....and like I imagined, I was not into it. As soon as he walked in I could only think, "I am about to have coffee with my father. Oh Lord help me."

He was nice enough....interesting....but there was just zero attraction/chemistry on my end. I'm not meant to be with someone 8-10 yrs older than me. I'm just not. I know I only tried it once but I think it was all I needed to confirm my theory. Now, check in with me in another 5 yrs and I may be singing a different tune but for this stage in my life I'm sticking with what I like and that's guys that don't have to *act* young and cool because they are young and cool.

Also, he kept leaning into me like he wanted to tell me secrets and that just made me retract and lean back farther. I didn't need to know his secrets.

Also Also, his hair may or may not have been a toupee but if it wasn't it should have been because no man should be rocking that mop top. In addition, there was definitely a dye job going on.

And thus begins my slow demise.......

DATE ME!