Name: The Eastsider
Introduction Platform: Bumble
Age: 61 (wow…dating my age now includes men in their 60s - and that doesn’t seem too old for me! When I started this crazy online dating thing we were in our 30s. I guess I’ve been online dating for 30 years now?! Oof.)
Relationship Status: Don’t know. We did not talk relationship status at all. Possibly widowed as his 18-year-old daughter lives with him.
Job: His profile says CEO Technology. The company makes systems for sales at festivals, but I didn’t really get the gist or the ins and outs of it. He’s super into live music events and seems to have taught his daughters to love them as well. He apparently takes them to many events, shows, festivals, etc. Could be part of his job? Not quite sure. Need more info.
Lives: In the hip part of town
Length of Date: 1.5 hours
We Did: Coffee/Chai at a funky little coffee joint
He Looked: Super casual - layered woven shirt under canvas jacket, khaki 5-pocket jeans, cool suede adidas. Pure white hair. Maybe 6’ish. Somewhat athletic (says he practices aikido)
I Looked: Cute. Finally! I haven’t been out in the “real” world in ages. I have been schlubbing around for months. I got myself put together in long, bootcut jeans over cute snakeskin booties, wore a pretty black sheer silk top with a tank underneath, and lots and lots of jewelry. I felt sooooo good for a change. If nothing else, dating is good for putting some effort into how you look, and I felt really so much better than I have been feeling in a long time.
Convo: A lot. So much. We talked about local neighborhoods, some travels, his daughter’s pet duck, his readiness for a new puppy, touched on his business, other businesses in the area, my struggles with the job thing, his aikido practice, his two daughters, his artistic proclivities and his new 3D printer which he printed SHOES for his daughters (!!), housing design, comparison of cities, and on and on until he stopped. I didn’t have any place to be, but he needed to get back to work.
High Point: Laughing a laugh that came from deep inside me…not just a superficial laugh. That made me feel good. Also. He paid for my chai. Remember the last several coffee dates I’ve had where the dude didn’t even offer to pay?? Yeah. THIS one knows what’s up. It’s not that I can’t or won’t pay for my own coffee - it’s the fact that he asked me out, and I like a man who just takes control of the situation. It’s polite and just makes me feel like the intentions are there. You know? It’s an effort. There’s so much low effort happening nowadays that something even as small as buying a coffee becomes important.
Low Point: The very, very first words out of his mouth. It’s not what he said. It’s the pitch of his voice that is nothing like my expectations of him. It’s high-pitched. Everything about him screams low-pitched and masculine. It’s not piercing, mind you…just…not what I expected at all and took me off guard. I am still scratching my head over it.
How It Ended: When he called it. He needed to get back, but before we ended the conversation, he told me how much he enjoyed it and asked me if I’d like to go to dinner with him next week.
Chances Are: Good. I told him yes, I’d like to go to dinner with him, though we didn’t solidify a plan. I’m leaving that up to him since he seems pretty good about taking charge and making plans.
Date Rating: A-minus. I’m not giving it a solid A because I’m still a little surprised by his voice pitch (I know that’s such a superficial thing, but it just isn’t in line with the rest of him), but all the rest was pretty chef’s kiss (and no, we didn’t kiss…but we did have a brief and awkward hug between our cars).
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