RAD: NORT in These Foolish Things

Friday evening I hung out with a neighbor whom I’ve suddenly run into several times on the elevator. We live on the same floor. I’m not sure if this was an actual date or not, but it kinda felt like one. Just in case, I’m writing a RAD.

Name: NORT (stands for Neighbor On the Roof Top). He actually kinda looks like a Nort, heh.

Introduction Platform: The elevator in our building, ha! We’ve said hello to each other several times and then earlier in the week I’d come home to a business card stuck in my door jamb asking me if I’d like to have wine on the rooftop sometime and left his phone number. We agreed to a Friday evening rendezvous, et voila!

Age: 57

Relationship Status: Divorced a couple of years. Two (or maybe three?) older kids who are young professionals scattered over the country

Job: High-powered attorney

Lives: In my building - down the hall on my floor

Length of Date: 2 hours, maybe?

We Did: He brought a bottle of delicious Oregon wine (never tasted before and it was wonderful!) and some snacks. How sweet! I didn’t even think to bring anything. Not sure what’s wrong with me? But he’d invited me, so.... We talked and talked for a couple of hours.

He Looked: He’s tall and not super handsome, but his personality and slight ruggedness makes up for any missing handsomeness. He was wearing black denim and subtle cowboy boots…and a black golf shirt. Man in black!

I Looked: What I wore to work minus the sweater: Black denim (twinsies!), a black and white striped camisole and bright red kitten heel pumps.

Convo: So much! He told me about his work - he’s representing the police chief of a nearby city in a super exciting suit involving the FBI, several shootings and a whole bunch of corruption! It’s like a movie! Loved hearing about that. He told me about his big house on a cliff on the lake that he’s had to get rid of because it’s just too much for him, and the mansion he left to his wife in the ritzy nearby town and of things on his bucket list. He’s preparing to retire in two years at 60. I told him of my need to create a NEW bucket list and all of my recent medical scare. He listened raptly and told me about his concierge medicine (basically, he pays $$$$$ extra to keep a doctor on retainer and gets extra special medical attention. Our medical system is SO FUCKED UP, y’all). He told me about his successful children.

High Point: Really, it was the situation. You know, finding a sweet note on my door and the anticipation of seeing my nice neighbor. I loved that he did that. Really liked the date as well, but again, not sure even IF it was a date?

Low Point: No real sparks. But don’t forget, I wasn’t sure if I liked Dr. D or not and now I can’t wait until the next time I get to jump his bones (more on that in a different entry)

How It Ended: I told him I could only have one glass, and we were kinda out of stuff to talk about. Maybe I looked tired? He said he loved our little rooftop chat and said he’d text me his doctor’s information in case I was interested in the concierge medical stuff. We rode the elevator back to our floor and then went our separate ways.

Chances Are: Not sure. What even was that?

Date Rating: B

Last updated June 16, 2019