Here’s a Mini-RAD for you:
Name: let’s call him Low Talker (LT for short)
Age: 52
Occupation: Real Estate Developer
We Met: Well, we started texting on Tinder a few days ago, and the next thing you know I’m telling him that I’m taking the pup for a walk in the park and he was welcome to meet me there. So he called my bluff and did!
We Did: Walked the park a couple of times and then we stopped to have drinks (him: wine; me: decaf cappuccino) We talked a lot - or should I say, he talked a LOT. And very, very softly. I had to strain to hear him. I even missed several sentences and nodded my head, pretending to listen
He Wore: Some kind of black shirt, super UGLY relaxed fit old man jeans, some kind of rare animal skin boots
I Wore: Tan damask skinny pants tucked into tall black pointy-toed boots that zip up the front, black tank, long black and tan striped duster jacket
Martini Wore: Hot pink polka dot windbreaker, green collar, a smile
Convo: Actually quite interesting. We talked personal philosophies, kids (him=4, me=Martini), jobs, common ground, SEC colleges, the South, family, politics, other stuff led by him
Turn Ons: Nothing really, except I think he’s pretty rich - that can be a turn on
Turn-Offs: Poor dresser (don’t understand why - he’s a wealthy and successful business man), 4 kids (and why are they not helping him with his wardrobe issues?), too much talk, not sexually attracted, too short
How it Ended: Pup fell asleep and I looked at my phone to check the time. I think I yawned and said it was past our bedtime. Catch a hint, dude!
Chances I’ll See Him Again: Hm. 50/50.
That’s all I got, folks.
I love you!
GS
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