Life and the trials and tribulations of dating over 40.
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- Date Three: Kryptonite or Mount Everest?
- Date Four: The Harley Man
- Date Five: The Gambler
- Date Six: Cazz and the Flip Flops.
- Date Seven: The KKK
- Date Eight: Fire Slave Dave
- Date Nine: Paulution
- Date Ten: The Smoker
- Kryptonite...again.
- Date Eleven: Lord Farquar
- Date Twelve: The Stalker
- Kryptonite and the Snow Storm
- Date Thirteen: The Dog Whisperer
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Date Nine: Paulution
Paul. We talked for a few weeks before we finally met. This was another Internet guy. Funny. Made me laugh, which is very important. We met for dinner at a great Mexican place in Henderson. He was late. That alone is the kiss of death in my book. The humor I had experienced via the phone and the web was completely gone. Oddly, though, he didn't crack a smile. ANOTHER one missing teeth! Yikes. He didn't think I noticed. And as we ate--I figured i'd just get through it---he stuck his hand up my pant leg. I had my left ankle on my right knee...and when I asked him what he was doing, he said, "Checking to see if I have plans for later." "What? If I've shaved my legs you think you're gonna get laid?" "Yep." The only thing he got was the check. Paulution was his screen name. I think Paul in ate her would have been funnier.
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