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A Good First Date Is Meaningless
It happened again
Twinkling blue eyes, a gorgeous black and white photo, an easy smile, and a gingham short-sleeve button-down. A well-curated profile tailor-made for me.
He could pass for Jeremy Renner’s brother. I mean, Jeremy Renner isn’t necessarily my type but he’s objectively a handsome human.
He was even my age! Early 50s. No kids but had been married years before.
Our conversation was banter heaven. I default to self-deprecating and I’m well aware of my flaws, but my banter game is strong. Frankly, it’s rare I run into a worthy adversary.
He wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous. No six-pack abs or whatever people might fawn over. But faux Jeremy Renner was cute, fun, and intriguing.
We set up an afternoon date. As I walked up, I noticed he was wearing the gingham shirt that was in one of his profile pictures.
As if I don’t have enough quirks, gingham shirts are one of my turn-ons. Look, I’m as baffled by that as you are.
As we stood in line, I was nervous but he was as warm and engaging as he’d been on the phone.
Jeremy had swagger without being cocky. He’s got that calm energy that I’m drawn to, but he was really inquisitive and deep. Plus I was physically attracted to him!
