Name: The Flying Futz
Introduction Platform: Bumble
Age: 57?? Looks like he’s in his 60s though.
Relationship Status: Married twice. Divorced from first wife (+ 30-year-old daughter); Widowed from second wife (+ 8 or 10 year-old daughter)
Job: Airplane salesperson. Like, big airplanes. From what I could gather, he is selling planes to larger organizations, government agencies, and other big deals. Interesting, yes. But I never got a clear idea of what all he actually does because he rambled around and couldn’t get to the point. Read on…
Lives: suburb too far away
Length of Date: 2.5 hours
We Did: drinks (mine were non-alcoholic; his were doubles) and apps on the heated patio of Italian place in a “trendy” part of town
He Looked: Shorter than stated, older-looking than stated, sharp dresser: nice blazer over sports shirt, denim, cool trainers.
I Looked: Polished: black leather jacket over black cable knit sweater, jeans with snakeskin boots tucked in. Good hair day. Good makeup day.
Convo: It was one, long, two-hour ramble. I kept thinking, “land the plane…” inside my head. He rambled excitedly on and on and on. I don’t think he’s dated much since his “deceased wife” (his words). He may have alcohol issues - kept asking for more vodka to stir into his Bloody Mary. I kept trying hard to follow his train of thought but got lost much of the time.
High Point: He was super friendly and I got a nice initial vibe from him. He was complimentary. Probably the highest point is when he told me I was “hot” close to the end of the date. I could tell he was attracted, and it’s nice to feel attractive.
Low Point: Through the rambles, at one point he mentioned the words “New Mommy” several times in the context of what he is looking for. New Mommy this and New Mommy that…and after several times repeating these words I interrupted him and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you are saying. Are you saying that you want to have more children?” And he answered, “No. I’m looking for a new mommy for my daughter!”
How It Ended: After a couple of hours of listening to him ramble and shortly after “New Mommy” entered the chat, it was time to go. We both parked in the same parking garage, and we walked to the garage together, but I was two levels down, so we hugged it out at the stairwell, and bid each other goodnight. He went in for a kiss. I offered my cheek.
Chances Are: No. No New Mommy for me.
Date Rating: B for the evening, the location, the sparkling lights, the delicious appetizers, and my non-alcoholic drink. F for New Mommy.
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