Mr. GQ


 

I’ve met a man, through the Plenty of Fish dating website, with whom I connect. If you read my column in the last issue, you may be wondering, “What happened to the fellow from her past?” Nothing happened and I’m glad.

My first date with the new guy was supposed to be on a Thursday night at The Vig on 40th Street in Phoenix. I got there early, and the place was so packed that even the parking lot across the street was full. I had noticed The Attic Alehouse on my way, and the parking lot was not crowded. I called him and suggested a different meeting place. He readily agreed.

The Attic Alehouse was not very crowded and not noisy, conditions I prefer for a first date. I don’t want to have to shout personal details of my life, usually shared at the first meet.

He was on time. He looked like his picture from the profile on the dating website, only more handsome. I was a bit star struck, which was very superficial of me.

I’ve named the new man Mr. GQ because he dresses like he walked out of that magazine. He’s stylish and impeccable with perfectly coifed silver/white hair. I would say he’s my height, but I’ve lost another inch, according to my Medicare “wellness” exam last week, so he’s at least an inch or two ntaller. He’s got some meat on his bones, so I won’t crush him.

We had a good time, exchanging some of our life stories and doing a lot of laughing. That’s what made me interested in dating him. I need lightness and chuckling in my life.

We texted for a few days, and I suggested we go dancing at The Rhythm Room. I love that place. The crowd is generally my age, with a sprinkling of young people to keep the place from being an old fogey’s hangout. I drove my own car and met him there.

The Bluesmen Feat with Geo Bowman & Diva Missy played a mix of oldies, including Motown hits. He ordered a Diet Coke and Malibu Rum, while I stuck with Michelob Ultra. I tasted his cocktail and decided that might become my drink of choice.

He said he’d dance whenever I wanted to. He didn’t need to down two or three drinks before going on the dance floor! He danced “free-style” like me. There were several couples showing off their moves from lessons, but I felt comfortable dancing with him.

He seems open and honest, but I’ve said and written that before and been wrong.

On our third date we went to the movies to see “I Feel Pretty” with Amy Schumer. It didn’t get good reviews, but we laughed and enjoyed ourselves. Afterwards, he came over for a drink. I’d bought Malibu rum but I made a mistake. its was pineapple, not coconut. We drank it with Diet Coke. I may prefer the pineapple to the coconut.

I like him. We’ll see where it goes. 

 

 

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One Response to “Mr. GQ”

  1. Judy Says:

    Woohoo!!!! Sounds like a winner!

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