Shortly after my children's DNA donor flew the coup, my girls were always trying to set me up with their friends divorced dads or men their friends knew were in the market for "marriage".
The first guy they had call me, sounded great on the telephone, had a decent income, lived in his own home, divorced and raising kids as well. So.....to make a long conversation half-way short...I agreed to meet him.
Here's the good part......the guy pulls up in the driveway of our home driving a corvette that was older than dirt...had the hood down...his hair was VERY silver and he had wrinkles to match. :chuckle He was very tall.....that was good......pencil thin.....NOT good.....I like a man with meat, okay
I was stunned as I watched this man exit his ancient old red corvette convertable through my kitchen window as my girls and one of their friends stood by giggling with me. I said to them there was NO WAY I was going ANYWHERE with that man.....to do whatever they had to do to get rid of him. :chuckle
Needless to say......they ran outside and welcomed the man into our home. So....what was I suppose to do??? We sat in the living room and chatted a bit, then I told him it was a pleasure meeting him, but I really needed to go due to "prior engagements" that I really DIDN'T have. :chuckle He left....I told the girls in the future.....leave the dating game to me when it comes to me. :chuckle
I had one other date that my baby girl set up for me with her junior high school assistant principal. That first date lasted as long as our Baskin Robbins ice cream sundae.......say no more, you say? He was NO catch for me....uh-uh.
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