It’s a common trick for daters of a certain age to post photos that are years old — and not always of themselves.
— that they were ‘comfortable in their old jeans’, that they liked country walks and red wine. At 63 he had a teenage son, plus he was paying maintenance for two other children from an earlier relationship.
We had nothing whatever in common, and I fled as soon as decently possible.
And I hate to say it, but men are always keener to meet women younger than them, rather than sophisticated women from their own generation.
Indeed, somehow, the exciting, available, baggage-free, super-bright, glamorous, successful age-appropriate people of both sexes, the kind you’d love to meet for a fantastic evening, if not for a lifetime, are in short supply or non-existent.
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After my partner died, I thought to myself: ‘Online dating is the modern way to go.’ I was pretty certain I would soon find my ideal person, somebody clever, witty, good-looking, successful, excellent company, open to new ideas, well-read and with a sense of purpose in life.
If I’m looking for him, he must be looking for me, I reasoned.
None seemed to have any of the extra pounds that actually counted, namely money.
I read that they were ‘mortgage slaves’ — at 60 plus! Not only did he expect me to buy my own drinks — I’m old-fashioned enough to believe that a man should pay on the first date — but it turned out he had huge baggage.
This meant he was left to pay for the whole trip, so he went on his own because it was too late to cancel.