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On average, there are about 15-18 available guys for me in Richmond on just about any dating site. My simple criteria is 47-57, within 25 miles, bachelor’s degree, and divorced with grown kids. Those numbers go up a little on Tinder primarily due to the truckers on I-95 and the pilots at the airport. So, when someone says “I’ve got a guy I think you should meet,” my general response is “ah, are you sure?”
My neighbors, Judy and David, met a guy at a dinner party and invited him over to the Union Market anniversary party. I didn’t end up making it to Union, but the guy did and they got to know him better.
“Marna, Everett was pretty cool, you really should of come,” they said.
“Wait a second. Did you say Everett? Was he a short, skinny, black guy with glasses? Probably told you a story about almost going to law school?”
“Yeah, why?” they asked.
“That’s my ex-husband’s best friend,” I explained.
Judy and David have lived in Richmond two years and do not quite understand the “smallness” of the city, especially when it comes to single men older than 50. David began texting Everett to confirm all this. Yes, he’s from Madison Heights. Yes, he knows Marna.
“God, I know I’ve been married for more than 20 years, but it is that bad out there, isn’t it?” Judy said.
Yes, it still is.