BoomerGirl Diary

My determination to stop dating seems to have had the opposite effect. My e-mail box is full of requests from cyber-daters.

I refuse to miss the promise of my prince, so I decide to meet each and every one of them, including:

An old man who claimed he was the same age as me, that seemed to be better suited for my mother;

A 37-year-old man who was hoping for a Mrs. Robinson fantasy, but I sadly wasn’t in the mood;

And a handsome age appropriate man who lives more than three hours away.

Although I told the handsome man that I was not interested in pursuing a long-distance relationship, I did agree to meet him for a museum date in the city. He suggested meeting at The Cloisters. It’s a beautiful and romantic spot and I happily agreed.

The day we met was a bit blustery, so I wore a lovely shocking blue silk scarf that only made my red curls stand out more than usual. I arrived a bit early and stepped out on a terrace at The Cloisters and watched the Hudson River as I waited for my date.

The Butler arrived a few minutes late, but the white rose he offered adorned with ribbon and his hasty apology made up for his slight tardiness. Fact of the matter is, if it hadn’t been so cold, I probably wouldn’t have noticed his lateness. We strolled around the museum and talked easily until they announced that the doors would be closing. We clearly were not done with our chat so I suggested a charming restaurant just a few blocks away for a glass of wine and a nosh.

The Butler followed me talking madly all the way, as I led him out of the park and to the restaurant. We enjoyed a bit of pasta and wine. I had two glasses, which clouded my judgment enough to invite him over for more wine and to continue our chat. The Butler had no idea that we were just a few blocks from my apartment.

He followed me home and I cracked open a bottle of red and put on some Eva Cassidy. We chatted for hours and he gazed deeply into my eyes. The Butler confessed his infatuation and in response, feeling uncharacteristically nervous, I sent him home after a few kisses. This man was moving too fast and I liked it a lot. Even so, I thought it was best to send him on his merry way, leaving us both a bit breathless.