Category: Online Dating for Seniors
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Trying to Remember
Recently, I thought my furnace was on strike. One of the bedrooms in my house was freezing, with no heat coming from the baseboard. So, like any rational person with limited technical skills and a deep fear of frostbite, I called the company that delivers oil to my house. They do annual furnace maintenance in…
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As Clear As Mud
Mimi shares her experience on a date with Jim, whom she met through an online dating app. Their lunch at Max A Mia led to an awkward eight-hour encounter filled with uncomfortable moments and mixed signals. Despite initial hopes, the date turned out to be disappointing, leaving her relieved to return home.
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MY HEART CHAKRA
In a visit to Madam Sonya, a psychic, Mimi experiences a reading filled with Tarot card interpretations. Sonya warns of a jealous woman, predicts success, and discusses chakras, suggesting a blockage in Mimi’s heart chakra. Despite a pricey offer to remedy it, the narrator finds solace in a cardinal, resonating with a message about her…
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Madam Sonya
How did this woman know what I’d been working on all day? That kind of stuff makes me wary. I know curiosity killed the cat, but I’m not dead….yet!
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Pizza Night
Mimi reveals an awkward date story at Little City Pizza, where she navigates uncomfortable exchanges with Roger. As their conversation reveals familial connections, anxiety builds. Despite Roger’s invitation to meet again, Mimi decides to politely decline.
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King Of The Dung Heap
I studied Milton’s face as he rambled about himself and his past. Occasionally, I got a word in. “Milt, you said that before 9/11, you were king. What did you mean by that?” “Yes,” responded Milton, a bit too loudly. “King of the Mail Heap.” He was almost defiant in answering my question. “There was…
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Muscle Memory
I thought I’d found the right guy. But his mind was back in the 1970’s. What was, was. Forget it!
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Kid
Sometimes guys are legends in their own minds, think that they’re funny, or they are really, really stupid!
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Ain’t Gonna Happen
I sent a text to Russ. “Arrived.” No response. I waited a bit longer—maybe thirty seconds—still, no sign of him. I sat and thought about my next move. Was he inside the restaurant? Should I go in? I could feel my heartbeat quicken. I was worried I was being ghosted again. I pulled down my car’s…
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Good Fellow
What do you do when every warning bell in your being says this guy is not for you? You get curious, and you agree to meet him anyway.