Dating men older
“I don't think it's your writing he's interested in,” she said.
I thought back to the white-haired gentleman at the bar who was easily old enough to be my father and shook my head. Over the next couple of weeks, Bob sent me several samples of his writing without a trace of any innuendo or flirtation.
I met Bob at a restaurant on a summer afternoon in 2014.
I was enjoying a glass of white wine and sharing an entree with a good friend when he sat down next to us at the bar.
To prepare, all of us on the team had to create a profile.He asked whether I ever offered coaching services, so I gave him my card.After we left, my friend warned me I shouldn't have done that.He introduced himself and inquired about what we did for a living.