So my next date unfolded at a photography shoot for a band. Photography, which we both enjoyed, was also a good focus for our conversation.Sharing the same sense of humour, we laughed and talked into the wee hours of the night.The guys were entertaining, the restaurants nice, the conversations fun, but disappointingly there were no real sparks.
If he shows up on a first date wearing the wrong shirt, or his haircut or eyeglasses are out of date, or he is bit reserved, she pulls out her Sharpie and she discards him like the evening trash.
Or if she gives him a second date, she doesn't like his house, dog, car or his favorite TV shows and she closes her mind to the possibility that this man is an intelligent, loving, stable diamond in the rough eager to be polished.
They sent their children off to college and they're self-supporting. I continued dating him because he wined and dined me, he adored me and he never made me worry. Today my husband has a closet full of snazzy clothes, he sports a Michael Douglas hairdo, he lost 40 pounds — and I own my first horse.
It's "me-time" they say—and they conjure a long list of must-haves and deal breakers that no man can measure up to. I knew on our first date he wasn't the silver-haired bad boy I was impulsively attracted to.
I'm amazed at the fantasy list of some women: deep pockets, expensive house, luxury automobiles and a 60-year-old man with an Ever-ready schlong. Do you repeatedly date and commit to men who are less than what you want and deserve?