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That was possibly the loveliest Heau-Down I've had this year.
(With the exception of the Heau-Down when Joyfriend J tried to teach me how to handle a firearm.)
All my Boss Lady needs were met:
They decorated my dead money tree (it's a metaphor for the year I've had) for xmas
They made me a Black Manhattan
They suffered for me.
We made out like rabbits, and he said he really likes my uh brain. -
Men are so unserious.
Me: What's your relationship style?
Him (M62): Man woman.
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The price I'm paying to refresh my Heauxtation. Ugh. Bay area dating (if it can be called that) is just...meh.
Vanilla Coffee Date is back on deck for more coffee on Sunday.
Secret Gramps got waaaay ahead of himself and annoyed me.
Latex Cub also annoyed me, so he's on the back burner.
Poly Perve wants to move our chat off app. Sigh. I sense a pants selfie.
And a new player has stepped onto the mat: I'll call him Zorro Bear (because of his name -- and he's a bear. IYKYK)
Feeld will absolutely be deactivated again by Memorial Day.
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2nd coffee date done.
Def older than his profile pic. (I know a 70 yo when I see one.) He also asked ZERO questions about me. Men suck. Seriously, no social skills at all.
I think the train station is where I'll have these from now on. It's a good walk AND Benson is more relaxed because there's less crowding and more birds.
And, really, Benson's comfort is really the only thing that matters here.
Maaan, looks like Awkward Coffee Date dude is in the lead.
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I paused my Feeld account.
Feeld: Tell us why you're pausing your account. We hate to see you go!
Me: god cishet dudes are annoying. And you're buggy as hell.
Feeld: anything else?
Me: again, dudes are annoying.
I hope every dating app turns into an echo chamber of priapic men bumping into each other, pinging bots, as the rest of us retreat to our dens with tea, murder mysteries, hobbies, and social skills.
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And to be clear, while I'm not here for Twue Blave, I'm not here for fly by night shenanigans.
Aren't we too old for that?
I don't have the libidinal elasticity for that, anymore.I need familiarity and reliability these days.
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Me: [to Bestie] We should go to Bombera for dinner. They're fantastic.
Her: Brunch! Have you been there before?
Me: M- took me there when I was cosplaying his girlfriend. It was amazing. The food, I mean.
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Why I'm #SoPo and date as un-heteronormatively as I can. (Shout out to the Joyfriends+ Heaux I spend time with.)
Because *who* has time to be a Feminist Studies tutor for her partner at this stage? Not me.
Yesterday I told a girlfriend that at 53 I'm basically dating myself and shenanigans-ing who I want, when I want, if I want.
I've got a drivers license to get and a passport to renew. Nobody has time for comp het nonsense.
#FLR #FeministPoly #ENM #DatingInTheBay #LadyBachelorWithADog
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Update: unlike a rom com, clear communication has saved the day. No silly 'misunderstandings' on my watch.
He feels abashed for his dramatic message and we both feel good that we, indeed, want to see each other again.
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CW: Afterglow
#Shenanigans are the best.
You wake up the next morning all energized and undaunted by your work calendar.
You pay your bills, walk and feed your dog, make coffee, do a little journaling.I wish everyone shenanigans. Good, satisfying, fun uncomplicated get your groove back blow your back out shenanigans.
Happy Monday, y'all.
#ENM #DatingInTheBay #MiddleAgedHotness #BackBlown #GenX #GetIt
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Oh and how'd the date go?
Great manners, interacted with the dog, brought flowers. We had good physical chemistry. Pheromones, man.
I mean, I feel dead inside, but maybe that's just gas.
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I don't know what was in my Wheaties today but I got a LOT done!!
I was productive as hell, wiping out stuff that had malingered on my task list for over a month. I guess I finally had the mental fortitude to send those emails.
My offramp from Boss Lady mode to Lady Bachelor mode includes faking a dinner date at my place. There is NO way I'm cooking for anyone.
But arrange food artfully in pretty dishes? Totally.
I can do that.
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My Ursula the Sea Witch/Hannibal profile inexplicably received 6 responses from clueless (or catfish) folks.
When I asked if they actually *read* the profile, 1 said 'it was complicated.' Another just said he's looking for his one true love (so no, he didn't read it), and another just said he thought i was beautiful (Thanks but irrelevant).
Ursula rejects all of this nonsense.
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I haven't had a truly chill date like that in a while:
Meet up for a couple of stouts and snacks.
Have great conversation.
Cross the street to grab a slice and eat it standing up on the sidewalk while half of Oakland passes by.
Inhale the smell of weed.
He drives you home in his rickety Lawrence of Arabia Land Rover from 1971.
A good solid hug on the sidewalk.
Him: Crack me open like an oyster, please.
A good time was had by all.