Name: Zarf
Introduction Platform: Bumble
Age: 59
Relationship Status: Divorced…at least 5 years. Two daughters, one died tragically at age 19, the other one is now 19 lives with him (assuming most of the time).
Job: Motorcycle Instructor?? I honestly don’t believe this as he had a serious crash last year that left him nearly dead. I know he used to manage a Barnes and Noble bookstore, but not sure about exactly what he does now.
Lives: In a super cool, fancy part of town. Thinking he may come from money simply by the vibe he gave off and the things he told me (living on golf course, dark room for photography in his house, some other things). And he just looked and sounded like money in that eccentric, nonchalant way, but I could be completely wrong. We didn’t have much time together.
Length of Date: 45 minutes (I had to cut it very short!)
We Did: Coffee by the lake - my choice of coffee shops, thinking I’d have a fairly quiet morning. For some reason, I had been thinking that the Thirteenth was Juneteenth and we’d have the day off. I realized on Monday that the Juneteenth holiday is actually next Thursday, the 19th, so I told him that I’d have to work today. He told me that he didn’t want to wait a whole ‘nother week, so I told him that I could still meet early (at 7:30), but that I’d have to work today, letting him know that it would have to be short.
He Looked: He’s ruggedly handsome in that marathon runner kind of way. Slim but muscular build, bald, beautifully chiseled features, blue eyes. Really nice looking and very, very self-aware.
I Looked: Summery romper, Adidas, sunscreen, small dog
Convo: We LEAPT right into conversation!! I mean, we both had sooooo much to say. It was a HUGE conversation and it got deep very quickly. The gist of it was, we’ve both had some very serious trauma in our recent pasts. He, divorce and the suicide of his recently-diagnosed schizophrenic daughter (ughhhhh…what a horrible story!). And you know my story. Also, I have to explain the name “Zarf”. So, while we were getting coffee, he was telling me that he used to run a coffee shop as I struggled to get the sleeve onto my cup of hot, steaming coffee with one hand while I juggled the dog in my other arm. He told me that coffee sleeves have a special name, but his mind went blank at the moment. I said, sure! “Sleeve” and he was like, well yeah, but there’s another name for it. He couldn’t think of it…couldn’t think of it…and then said he’d remember at some point and just throw it out there. You know where this is going.
High Point: It was SUCH a big conversation that the whole thing felt a little like a fast-paced high (in a weird way)
Low Point: It was SUCH a big conversation that the whole thing felt like it was too much
How It Ended: I was getting emergency texts from work, so I had to apologize profusely and call it a date. He told me he knew I had to work, so it was no big deal! About an our after our date, he sent me simply this: “It’s a zarf!”
Chances Are: Maybe?
Date Rating: Not sure. It was a LOT.
Update already!! He just sent me this message: “I really enjoyed meeting you and Martini yesterday. It’s amazing how quickly I felt comfortable enough to share some very personal details. But I just didn’t feel that ineffable spark of connection. You’ve got a great profile and are very witty, best of luck.”
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