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Or they pick up someone very quickly in a bar or club. I have a great social life and lots of friends but I’d really like to share that with someone special. So I texted him to say: ‘I know you’re coming from a long way away so can I arrange the spare room for you tonight or would you prefer a local B&B?
So if someone gives you a tiny bit of attention, it doesn’t matter what age you are, you still get that ‘high’ we all remember from our younger days. ’ I was shocked when he got really abusive and nasty. His last text said: ‘You’re more stupid than I thought you were.’ And he was right.
He talked about the boring suburb where he grew up, and how in his early 20s he had become a wilderness leader. "The trick is to get out of the house in time," he said. "I have already recorded the shape and color of those stones," he said.
Then when he was proficient at everything, rivers, mountains, rock climbing—"there was nothing left," he said, " but to take acid and go into the woods." Acid scares me to death and so do the woods. This reminded me of Matt Damon telling Franka Potente, "I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside," but I didn't say so.
(I never forget what I have.) We talked about making things, we talked about how he began a sculpture, "with a gesture," he said, swooping his arm in the air.
We talked about what he did after the gesture part was over, and what he did was a lot like what I do with writing, figure out what it's all about by heading off in different directions, and it was all very exciting. We looked out the window at the creek, the shifting patterns of dark water and thin pale ice, and the flat rocks on the bank.
The telephone was more than I could handle, so I e-mailed. The best way to prepare for an evening out when you're pushing 70 is to put the blue eyeliner on before you make coffee in the morning. We moved to a table by the window overlooking the icy creek I can never remember the name of.
I made a very stupid mistake when I first started internet dating. It was a really stupid thing to do, so now I’m much more careful.
It was fun while it lasted and it lasted three hours and 45 minutes, from until . It wasn't a blind date because I'd seen him around, first at Yum Yum Noodle Bar, where he looked gentle and gallant, and next at an art opening, where he looked angry. A week later he turned up in the audience of a concert my friend gave, and afterward she told him she knew a woman who'd like to meet him, but that the woman was shy.
I was struck by his angular face, and asked a friend if she knew who he was. "Tell her that if she doesn't call, I won't eat for a week," he said, which charmed the hell out of us.
Eyeliner always looks best after being napped in, blinked on, and showered with, and over the span of a day achieves the smudgy look so prized by Egyptians. Put a lot of it on early, and as the day passes it may begin to look natural. I wore a black skirt and a red velvet shirt and my best flowered Betsey Johnson tights, since my ankles are now my best feature. Three young women were ahead of me in line, whispering, then one turned around and shyly declared that she loves my books. I had prepared myself to see Luther's face fall when we met, but he betrayed no disappointment or surprise. When did you stop drinking, I wondered, because he didn't look like a man who'd been ordering ginger ale all his life. I think I loved him from the moment he looked at the menu, read "petit rack of lamb," and asked the waitress how big the portion was.
I recently found out that if your face is as lined as mine it is better to use cream than powder. "Put it on the apples of your cheeks," said the pretty young woman who had also asked as tactfully as she could if I spent a lot of time in the sun. I thanked her, we blushed, and they were shown to their table. Hello and hello, a pleasant shaking of hands, we took a seat at the bar. His shoulders were like great big folded angel wings. His face was bony and also very deeply lined, and he looked as if he made things. "That's just what they call the way they cut the chops," she explained, "nothing to do with size." He had the lamb and I forget what I had.