3 times a charm? Not quite, but definitely a nice person. After several phone calls, and multiple text messages, Mr. Tomatoe and I decided to meet up. He's a 39 year old importer/exporter of tomatoes. I kid you not... apparently this is a job he enjoys; he also loves his cat. I'm not making a good case for him... but please note he is a good conversationalist and very kind.
We met up at Crescent beach and my first impression was... he looks old! I suppose I should have expected this, as he is 14 years older than me, but his profile picture was very flattering. The crows feet were very pronounced, and he had the close shaved head, to hide impeding baldness. I so wanted this date to go well, as we'd had several great conversations but the chemistry just wasn't there. I felt like I was hanging out with one of my father's friends. I'm pretty sure, he felt like he was hanging out with someone who could be his daughter.
We walked, we talked, he complained about his back, and marvelled over how young I was. I ordered a strawberry italian soda... looking back on this, I don't think it did much for making me look mature.
Mr. Tomatoe, enjoy your kitty and best of luck. You deserve a nice lady.
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