RAD: Thrice in These Foolish Things

Name: Thrice (short for Thrice Engaged)

Introduction Platform: Tinder

Age: 58

Relationship Status: Thrice Engaged but never married (to my TWICE engaged but never married). No kids.

Job: A little mysterious. Owns and runs at least two companies. His profile says he’s a “serial entrepreneur”, which, I know is a red flag to some, but he seems more legit than most.

Lives: In a high-rise building in an area where a lot of the divorced folks who have a lot of money go. Apparently, he’s good friends with the crew in his building and they do fun things together all the time. But he says he won’t date anyone in his building because it would be too weird.

Length of Date: three and a half hours

We Did: Drinks and snacks at a cool restaurant closer to me than him.

He Looked: Fancy shirt - the kind with embroidered collar and cuffs. I feel like those shirts are a tad outdated, but it looked nice on him. Jeans. He’s a handsome guy - thick head of graying blond hair and a little facial hair. Probably 6’ tall (I was wearing high wedge sandals and we were about the same height).

I Looked: I wore that same body-skimming dress that I wore on my date with The Wanderer last week. Seems to be a winner. I am feeling chubby again, and the dress seems to hide flaws pretty well. I wore my hair in the same style (down with some face-framing waves) I wore on my date with The Wanderer. In fact, everything about my look was the same except I wore taller shoes.

Convo: Interesting. Never a lull. He’s a world-traveler, probably a bit more well-traveled than I. We talked about favorite places, work, my cancer (there’s a backstory here - we’d matched about six months ago on Bumble and he’d googled me and found my FB and saw that I was going through cancer treatment and backed out of meeting me because his dad had just passed away from cancer and he couldn’t handle it at the time, which is totally understandable), our engagements, our apartment buildings, our dogs. We lead very similar lives. Oh! And I told him the Dorito breath story - remember the cowboy I got naked in the hot tub and I lost all of my mojo when I smelled his Dorito breath? Yeah, well. For whatever reason, I told him that story. I guess it was maybe a warning never to eat Doritos and try to get frisky unless I’m joining him in the partaking of the chips?

[Interesting side note: we both did some of that non-verbal communication that involves touching each other. A couple of times, I touched him on the arm, and at one point, he put his hand on my knee! Whee!]

High Point: Feeling a little tingly by the end…and it wasn’t just the alcohol.

Low Point: No real low point except that I maaaaybe wish he were just a tad taller? And that’s not very cool to say, but it’s the lowest thing I can think of.

How It Ended: We SHUT THE PLACE DOWN! Oh man, it’s been a long time since I’ve done that! Granted, the place closes at 10:30 on Thursdays, so it’s not like it was super late, but 10:30 is way past my bedtime, ha! We were so engrossed in conversation that we never even noticed that we were the last people in the joint! I love it when that happens! Anyway, he paid the tab (I didn’t offer…I don’t know if that was a bad move or not, but he also knows I’m unemployed right now), he walked me to my car and we shared a hug, but he stipulated no kiss because I’d been eating truffle fries (he had been eating parmesan chips), and he called me Truffle Breath. So only the hug and a goodbye, which was fine by me.

Chances Are: If I were a betting woman I’d say it’s probably an 80% chance he’ll ask me out again.

Date Rating: A. It was the best date I’ve had in a long, long time. Granted, it’s only the second date I’ve had in a long, long time, but it was very nice. I enjoyed myself much more than I thought I would.