Dont Mince Words

The Devil’s Mess Scramble

The night before, Robert decided it would be cool if we just went to brunch for a date. A girl’s gotta eat, so 10 a.m. it was. I could finally check Millie’s brunch off my bucket list.

I texted 15 minutes prior to let him know I was on my way, but walking. I got there on time and waited and then decided sitting at the counter near the vodka was probably a smarter move. After 10 minutes, I got a “who you waiting on, hon?” from the waitress. I told her I thought I’d been stood up. A bloody mary was placed in my hand and the girl beside me said she was alone and I should eat with her. So I did and we did.

Great meal and good company. As far as the date? Well, he was probably married, right? Or scared? Or just not hungry. I never heard from him that day or after. But this is why a lot of women my age give up on dating. The disappointment can be frustrating. But if you always go in with low expectations and hope for an adventure of some sort, it’s fun. Or it’s blog material. When the check came, one of my BMs was comped — more proof bad dates can end nicely.

I rushed back from a quick weekend with an old girlfriend to have a date. With Dixie in the car and my luggage in the trunk, I went to Panera for my second date of the year. Or at least it was my second date of the year at the same Panera (their choice, not mine).

Hibiscus tea in hand, I learned Jim was really boring in person. After I got over his overly belted mom jeans, bright white sneakers, and comb-over side part, I realized I could never open my mind to the possibilities because he didn’t drink. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I had lots of friends of Bill when I live in Los Angeles. But he doesn’t “get” beer and believes Richmond Beer Lovers must be comprised of alcoholics. I like to think of us as beer foodies. The other thing I’ll never understand are men who are 50 who aren’t sure if they want kids. Seriously. Like you really want to be Medicare age when you are trying to pack a kid up for college? I feel sorry for that kid and your annuities.

I quickly wrapped it up as another dating adventure and returned to the car where I was greeted with a wag and a smile. Better luck next year.

Yeah, I want a man that cannot string together a sentence.

Hello gorgeous whoa what a beautiful day,you looking sweet and outstanding am sorry for my bad manners but your beauty just took away my heart beats. how come you looking so pretty and lovely good looking , i will like to know you more better .

49, Washington, D.C.

Another fine 10 percent match brought to me by OK Cupid at 4:20 a.m.