The cheerleader – part 4

So we end up having a fourth date—dinner this time.  He picks me up on his motorcycle again and we ride across the city to his favorite Thai restaurant.  Before we head out there though, he swings by his work to pick up something and ends up giving me a pair of leather motorcycle gloves. […]

Thoughts on physicality

When I went through my hibernation period, I didn’t go out with anyone for 10 years. I never kissed anyone and didn’t have sex – for 10 long years. Other than a brief hug with friends or family, I wasn’t touched by anyone during this time. Going without touch for that long builds up a […]

The Sunday hookup

So I created a profile on the new latest iPhone dating app. Swipe right if you like, left if you don’t. There are basic profiles and pictures but connections to your facebook account and the system shows you if you know people in common. Lots of lying about ages on this app. But I am […]

Protocol questions

Since I was out of the dating scene for so long and when I did date before, I really only went out with one person at a time, I have no clue about what you are supposed to do about certain things. So some questions: Again I wonder when is it ok to be the […]

The art broker

Out of the blue i am messaged – he is in town from LA and wants to know if I would be interested to go hangout and check out some galleries in the mission district. Spontaneously I say yes. It is a nice Sunday afternoon and I have no plans. We agree to meet down […]

The cheerleader part 3

So we exchange some messages confirming the next date. We are going Roller skating. Super fun! He picks me up on his motorcycle – I have my own helmet, armored jacket but forget my gloves. He has gotten salads at Trader Joe’s and we head to Dolores Park. It is gorgeous outside – not too […]

The physician

We spend a few weeks messaging back and forth trying to nail down a date. Eventually, we agree on dinner, in my neighborhood. Sushi. Great, I can walk. He is young, over 15 years my junior, and very endearing. I show up and he is already there, sitting on his Harley, in his leather jacket. […]

The runner

What a strange date. We agree to meet at the new bar in my neighborhood. He is coming from Burlingame and I am lazy in terms of travel. I get there a few minutes early – of course. An attractive man shows up – he is dressed in a suit jacket and fresh pressed button […]