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We manually check and approve each registration before granting new users access to our site.This is done in order to provide you a secure and pleasant atmosphere to find the perfect match.We hadn’t been in touch since our long-held friendship blossomed and we hooked up last December, after his divorce. Maybe he was coming out of his post-divorce slump and finally wanted to consider something more. I asked EVERY male I encountered over the next week.Back then, it seemed like things between us had the potential to be hot and heavy but my plans were shut down due to subzero emotional temperatures on his side. To the men of the world, listen up: If you invite a woman who’s in her mid-thirties, who you have been intimately involved with in the very recent past for drinks and Italian food with the mention of a sunset, it sends a very clear message whether you intend it to, or not. Unanimously they all agreed that Ad Man’s message was a signal of some kind of physical attraction.Sadly for me though, this stage had now been going on for about 20 years. I was wishing that we hadn’t even met up for dinner. “We should actually go see a movie.” he said in one text and in another, “we’ll totally meet up when I get to the city.” I hung onto to those crumbs and picked up and examined each one as weeks passed. After he had been in the city for a few days I hadn’t heard from him so reached out. “You made plans with me to hook up twice while you were here last time and now you won’t.Back at the entrance to my hotel I clung on to hope. I always had a crush on you, and…I’m sorry.” “It’s fine.” I said avoiding eye contact. This is a mindfuck.” He didn’t respond and I didn’t expect him to. Don Draper would not have bothered with an apology dinner, he would have ghosted me altogether, a hard, clean break. ” Oddly enough, I’m still optimistic but guys, never offer dinner and a sunset to me, unless you’re ready for something more.He started the awkward convo, “I’m sorry I got weird on you.” He whined. Don Draper knew he was a player and in a way, that is more attractive than a wishy-washy breadcrumber. Ironically during our dinner, Ad Man did ask how my writing was going.
Towards the end of a relentless, freezing couple of months working in Portland, Oregon, a text came through from Ad Man. It turned out that by co-incidence I had planned a stop in LA to grab some warm weather on my way back to New York the very next week. We can watch the sunset, and go have some Italian.” His words seemed enthusiastic.
This, paired with other texts such as “You would look ridiculously hot working as a flight attendant.” and saying that you think about her “often” radar a signal outwards that your intentions are more than friendly. The intention was clearly a hook up at the very least. Delving into my history with Ad Man, to his wavering in New York, to the present day offer of “Drinks, Sunset and Italian.” “You can’t get more romantic than that. Yeah, he’s interested.” My hopes were high as he dropped me off.
Waiting at the gate for my flight, an off-duty pilot from Texas reassured me as well.
He was completely unaware that he was ever the subject matter of my work. I told him it wasn’t easy writing about dating after divorce, there was more drama than resolution. “No one ever likes to read about something good happening to someone.” He laughed.
He graciously allowed me to pay for his dinner after he ordered the most expensive item on the menu – gawked at every woman – like they were dessert – and asked me out again!
The closer we got to my hotel, the more withdrawn he became, and I realized what the purpose of our meet-up was really about. Just like that, I fell victim to the trail of breadcrumbs he began sprinkling again and I clung to them. “Yeah, I don’t know if I can, I just have so many things to figure out.” It was clear that now, finally, the issue was resolved and there was nothing between us but microbes and dust.