Seriously. I need to have a better moisturizing regimen if the only guys I'm going to be asked out by are the ones that take their teeth out at night.
So, I'm at the dog park and I start talking to this adorable old man. I think, "Look at me, I'm a good person. I talk to old people." (I also bought a homeless man a burrito at El Pollo Loco, not that I'm bragging, except that I'm bragging.)
And then he asks me out. For sushi. Now I'm feeling awkward and this is weird. He's 80.
And as I float off into a fantasy of becoming the Anna Nicole Smith in sweatpants to his J. Howard Marshall in a Members Only jacket, he snaps me back into reality by saying...
"Of course, if I take you out, we would have to go dutch."
WHAT???
All of a sudden, I've been shut down by someone I didn't even want to go out with. Someone who, quite frankly, can't even promise me they'll be alive for a date next week.
It hurt my feelings.
And then I gave him my email address.
I'm going to make him love me enough to buy me sushi.
I wonder what I should wear when I go to meet my new step-grandkids.
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