Now this one might seem interesting by the title; however, it’s the only date I regret. I went to a friend’s wedding in Pennsylvania and she mentioned that the groom has family that live on Cape Cod. I’d love to go to the Cape in the summertime. I got introduced to their single uncle and younger cousin. Unfortunately, the cousin must not have been interested because he walked away almost immediately, which left me talking to the older man.
Fast forward months later when I saw the married couple again. They mention that his uncle was interested in seeing me again. I had a vague recollection of what this man looked like. The best description I have for you is an older white man who would likely play a president in a TV show or movie. He built up the courage to text me and I agreed to go out with him. I suggested a place close to me that is a little fancy and that no one I know would go to on a weekday.
When I met him at the bar, he kept his eyes on me the entire time I talked, never breaking eye contact. He must have been in awe of my beauty, just kidding, it was the fact that he went out with someone significantly younger than him. We had nothing in common. He talked about his dead parents, the opera, and how the deluxe cinema is such a wonderful experience compared to how movie theaters used to be.
I had no interest in seeing a movie with this man, or seeing him ever again. I politely sat for two drinks, and then excused myself because I had work the next day. He texted me about how great of a time he had and I kindly responded with a text thanking him but that I wasn’t interested. What came next was a surprise. He told me he understood, wished me all the best, but that he had just sent me flowers. Flowers! Some might think this was a sweet gesture, but for me, I was in panic mode. The flowers were sent to my work, which he found on LinkedIn (I know this because I got a notification about a new search appearance/profile view).
What was I going to say to my coworkers as to why I got flowers? Even worse, I took a half day so I had left by the time I knew this was happening. I saw the secretary was calling and I knew exactly why. It was a Friday afternoon so I couldn’t tell her to leave them in my office until tomorrow. I considered telling her to take them home herself, but I was so scared of what the card might say, so I went back to work to pick them up. When I brought the flowers home, I put them in a vase, threw away the card, and lied to everyone about where they came from. Again, this is the one date I’d say, I regret. You may not think it was that bad, but I will not be going out with older men again.
Single at 30 