I met June in October. Texted a bit. Talked to her on the phone for 4 hours while we were both drunk. Met up for drinks a day later. Had some laughs. Met up with her again when I took her to the Midtown Fall Festival.
But here is the thing. I would drink and smoke with this lady at McGlinchey’s but not much else. I’m just not a fan. I know I’m going to sound vacuous and shallow, but I’m just not attracted to her. It’s not working. The face isn’t doing it for me and neither is the rest of her. The stocky body and man hands from rustling horses? Just, no.
I can’t. She’s kind of like a moped. Sure they’re lots of fun to ride. But you don’t want your friends to see you on that thing. But no hard feelings on this one. She’s even been in touch with me a little in text. Wanting me to get a drink, hang out, but I just wasn’t into it. It’s either hell yea, or hell no.
And the verdict on June, is hell no.
If you read my last update on Valerie, (Love me Tinder) you’ll sort of know where I am with these middle aged women. I tried, but I’m just not into dating these two. But here’s the thing. Maybe I just haven’t been dating the right women my age. I’m going to keep trying. What I do enjoy about women my age is, we have a similar worldview and share a social and developmental timeline. That’s a good thing. I just need to find the right girl. I don’t care how old she is.
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