Does everyone cheat? Surely I\’ve been living in a sheltered world. Where I come from infidelity is the rare exception to the rule; and yet, in the world I live now, the distinction seems to be between people who admit they cheat and people who don\’t.
There are so many choices of singles events, but most of them don\’t seem to work for me: SpeedDating — concept is interesting, but my age range and location
never seem to match my availability; outdoor sports — not my thing, and it\’s not that I\’m out of shape, I\’m just a fair-skinned California girl who, in addition to not wanting to be burned to a crisp, has never shown much talent for volleyball or hiking; social dances — I went to enough of those alone when I was in junior high. Enough said.
Affairs of the heart are a big investment for this conservative, long-term investor.
\”So, when are you getting married?\” asks anyone who knows I got engaged last May. They all seem to take on the New York inflection of my mother, even my black Southern ex-girlfriend from Georgia.
Could it be that my looks only complement my true best feature — my crazy charm?
If you\’ve ever tried to split a Big Hunk candy bar — the kind made out of brittle white nougat and peanuts — then you understand a typical breakup.
I\’ll be 50 soon, which I\’m not afraid to admit in print. Not many men seem willing to date women their own age.
Dating is difficult enough without asking for a guarantee. Imagine my surprise when the last guy I went out with wanted just that.
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