Sex and the 60 - The Other Side of the Story

So what is it like to be on the other side interacting with the likes of Carrie and Samantha and the thousands of other women of a “delicate” age back in the dating game. Oh, who cares -- only kidding. Yes, I guess it could be just as frustrating, depressing and seemingly endless to them as it is to us. So that’s why when I read this profile I just had to share it with you. And so, with his permission, I give you – The Other Side of the Story.


The Last First Date

After 3 years of internet dating this is my status: my bladder is shot from 1,246 cups of coffee. My eyesight must be a lot worse than I thought ‘cause almost no one looks like their picture. I'm not sure what a sense of humor is anymore because I seem to be the only one laughing. I have been kissed hello, kissed goodbye, kissed up to and kissed off. I have been shown real interest, fake interest, ignored, and led WAY down the garden path. I can't take any more. No more email, no more phone calls, no more museums, no more lunches or dinners or breakfasts. I am hereby declaring myself a COFFEE ESCORT- you can have me for the price of a coffee and a pecan braid at any Panera’s. Do what you want with me: talk into your Bluetooth, hold my hand without saying a word, argue about anything you like, throw water balloons at me, yell at the top of your lungs that you know I’m having an affair with your best friend, hide behind a magazine, have our picture taken together (send it to your kids to prove you’re trying or save it to make someone jealous). This is also a new version of ‘speed coffee’- half an hour and it’s over. So we both have to work fast. Here’s falling for you! Good luck….John

P.S. Sorry, no throwing food and if you stay longer you will have to sign an affidavit stating your intentions.

…what’s left to say but...see you next time.