I apologize for the delay in tonight's post. My desktop has been a beast today.

Moving right along, I am pleased to introduce Freddie Junior. Freddie is a local comic whose hobbies include kayaking, fishing, and underwater basket weaving.

Just Not Feeling It

At the tender age of 56, I found myself separated and creating a dating profile on Plenty of Fish. Most of the women I contacted did not respond, but happily my best match, Melinda, pleasantly replied. We exchanged some messages and talked on the phone a few times. She had not yet agreed to meet me in person, yes because all men who date online are potential serial killers.

I sent her a text that I was going to my ballroom dancing class, and she asked if it would be okay if she came by because her Pilates class was just down the street. It turns out that I am a horrible ballroom dancer, so of course I agreed to let her see me at my very worst on our first meeting. She was a great sport and danced the foxtrot with me even though I stepped on her more than once. She came back for more punishment at a few more classes and eventually agreed to go kayaking with me. We had a great time and she took me out of the potential serial killer category.

She was a very bright, attractive and shapely blonde, so I was definitely interested in pursuing physical intimacy with her. She also had a good job and was a genuinely nice person. We went on several very pleasant dates and experimented with holding hands and she gave me that sweet double-smooch goodnight kiss a couple of times. On the last date, we saw a movie, so I felt the romance should kick in at this point, but clearly she was not feeling it. Fortunately, I had enough life experience to know not to press the issue when a woman is clearly not feeling it. It was a little disappointing, but I wasn’t feeling it that strong either. We talked on the phone a few days later and she explained that she enjoyed the dating practice I had given her and that I was the only man who had made it past the first date. Of course, that made me feel special even though she referred to the guys she met on Plenty of Fish as Pieces of Fish.

The last time I saw Melinda was when she came to visit me in the hospital. My friends Derek and Wayne were there when she strolled in with her full-on cute blonde hotness. They’re still hating on me to this day for having what it takes to get her to go out with me multiple times, and I definitely enjoy feeling that.

First of all, thank you for not pushing the issue when a woman is not feeling it. Respect: we love that. I'm looking forward to seeing what Freddie will write next.

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