Posted in dating, my life on July 27, 2015|
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Dating has turned from an activity to meet a guy I’d like to spend time with into an adventure to find the oddest men in town.
I met a guy for lunch yesterday. He was fifty-nine and actually looked like his pictures. He wore the typical Denver male summer look which consists of cargo shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. He was unshaven and looked like he just got out of the shower. Lunch went well and the conversation flowed. We shared interest in art and architecture. He told me he owned a condo in an iconic 1959 building in Capitol Hill. After lunch he invited to see his place. I accepted the offer. I was meeting Mack at an art show in Cheesman Park so could stop by the guy’s place on the way.
You would expect Don Draper to walk out of the building. It’s a classic high rise that brought to mind mid-century modern New York apartment buildings. The charm ended when I entered the guy’s apartment. It was a pigsty. The carpets were stained and probably hadn’t been vacuumed in months. The condo was cluttered with magazines, papers and mail. The furnishings were shabby and worn out. Everything was dusty and dirty. The kitchen was a mess. The guy said he was looking for a housekeeper to help him keep on top of things. I couldn’t help but wonder how many years he had been looking for a housekeeper. I didn’t dare go into the bedrooms or bathrooms. I left after a few minutes using being late for meeting Mack as an excuse.
Why would a guy invite someone over if their place was such a mess? He offered to show me his place. I didn’t ask to see it. I was content to see it another time if there was a second date. There’s no chance of that now.
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