Mr Honesty


One lovely afternoon I received a message from a jolly looking gentleman. He had an marvelous profile telling about his love of life and his family. He was smiling big jolly happy smiles in his profile. I accepted the message and we emailed back and forth a bit before we decided to exchange numbers. We chatted on the phone a good 2 hours! It was a conversation that streamed pleasantly. We hit it off well on the phone! We continued to talk a lot. Every time we talked he was too busy to set a date to meet. During our conversations he discussed how honesty on line was something people lacked. He described how he met people who weren’t their correct age or weight. He discussed that it was important not to hide anything from your potential date. I felt awkward withholding that I was a breast cancer survivor at this point so I blurted it all out. I mean someone should know that my boobs don’t look normal right? Especially since he seemed to be someone I liked and trusted on the phone. He thanked me for sharing! I felt relieved actually that I told him and it wouldn’t be something I had to explain later on.

Within a few days we planned on meeting. We decided to meet at an outside café in a neighboring town. I arrived early as I always do. I got a table for 2 and ordered my drink. I saw him approaching the table with his briefcase covering his body. He sat down without giving me the official hug and kiss on the cheek that would acknowledge you had actually talked and spoke before. He just sat down at the table across from me. His one hand remained on his lap while he moved his other hand to place his briefcase down. Once again he began to talk to me about honesty and how he was happy I actually looked like my pictures and hadn’t deceived him.   I hadn’t really observed that his one left hand stayed on his lap and he only used his right hand. About half way into the conversation at dinner, he raised his arm to show me he had a deformity in his hand and asked me to say hello to “stumpy”. I was shocked!  Not with the fact that he had a physical deformity either!  I was shocked that he was demanding honesty while being dishonest himself!   Why engage in a full conversation for weeks about honesty and than fail to share this with me? I felt betrayed. I had no issue whatsoever with his lack of a hand. I had an issue with his lack of honesty. Why would someone demand honesty only to be dishonest? Not telling a truth is being dishonest. When I said this to him he began to yell and berate me. No second date here either….Will I ever meet anyone honest and worthy?

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Not all first dates are bad. I happened to meet a very nice gentleman who seemed to have it all one lovely evening. We had some chemistry, and had that special ease to talk to each other. The first evening drinks went smoothly. We chatted over gin martinis in this lovely little bar nestled in a very posh part of town. Martinis turned into dinner and we didn’t want the date to end.We texted each other and spoke on the phone the next week daily.  My stomach had sweet butterflies every times I saw his text come through or his name on my caller id.  Yay!  A nice guy has come my way!!  #datingover50

Date 2 was just as lovely. He was the gentleman I had always wanted. This wonderful handsome tall dark (little grey) and handsome man Ordered for me opened the door for me. Yes I am independent and can order my own food, but I think it is a special thing for a man to do that. This would be the guy who would lay his coat out over a puddle for you so your shoes didn’t get wet. Chivalry is NOT dead! Again the night went smoothly. We laughed and shared points of our lives to each other that don’t normally come out in a second date. I felt like I knew him forever. During the conversation he told me that he might need to go to China on business soon for a few months. No worries as I knew part of his business was in China. We made out outside my car like teenagers. I was smitten!

Third date was equally as wonderful, back to where we had our first date. Martinis and dinner were delectable! I felt safe with this guy and loved everything about this new budding romance. Than with tears in his eyes, he said he needed to tell me something. He wasn’t actually going to China. He was going to jail. He wasn’t sure what his sentence would be and so he continued to date. Now he knew he would be going to jail for 3 years. His nephew whom worked for the company that he was president of embezzled over 10 million dollars. When he found out about it, he approached the bank the money was taken from and offered them to pay it back with a lot of interest apparently. This was considered bribery and he was convicted and given the maximum sentence. He asked’ “Would I like to write him in jail and visit him?”. My answer was “No thank you”. Next………..