dinner at *his* house, 2: repast among the roaches

Chez Rolly
Ah yes: only dear bohemian Rolly, as eccentric as they come, the 73-year-old jdated as ‘69,’ the man afraid of elevators & crowds, the clarinet-playing journalist, the king of 110th street, the former lover of a famous woman writer, and the former lover of who-knows-how-many other women, the oldest and oddest dating grandfather in northern [...]

the weather forecast: right here

See my posting of 3 March (Southern fried date asks me out — again): I predicted snow for Friday 16 March, and lo, snow is on the way! Every time Southern F. and I make a date….. let’s see if he cancels this time, also, or is too embarrassed to reschedule for [...]

dinner at *his* house, 1

Ahh. The invitation to dinner at *his* house. I don’t know if men in their thirties issue such invitations, but men in their forties (my now-ex-husband, 26 years ago… and men in their sixties do. There seemed at first to be a pattern: first date, low-key restaurant; second [...]

the jdate economy: men, money, and who pays

The first big jdate question: not whether or when to have sex but who pays for dinner. Kisses, couplings, second dates — all those constitute important elements in the unstable universe which is internet dating. But the rule that must be established before any of the others is who pays. [...]

the imagined future: bye-bye jdate profile

If ever the time comes, and please may it come, and before too very long, that I can cancel my jdate profile forever, then, in that imagined future, haec olim meminisse iuvabit.
I can look back with amusement at all the funny men I met, poor Louis with his yellow tie, [...]

mayor bloomberg, sexagenarian

I live in a city where the mayor is a sexagenarian, too! I didn’t know that Republicans liked it that way also, but hey, let’s not be prejudiced.
The NYTimes, March 6, 2007, excerpt from ‘A Contest Where the Competitors Flex Their Lexicons’ by James Barron:
There were grownups who showed off their vocabularies, [...]

the jdate sub-culture

I’m beginning to think jdate constitutes a subculture in American society. If I had time on my hands, I’d play around with the ‘preferences’ feature to do a demographic study: how many jdate men in their 60s live in (for instance) Louisville? in Austin? Seattle? 10016? how many in their 30s? [...]

Cecily Cardew and me

from The Importance of Being Earnest, Act II
Algernon. I hope, Cecily, I shall not offend you if I state quite frankly and openly that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection.
Cecily. I think your frankness does you great credit, Ernest. If you will [...]

southern fried date asks me out — again

So here’s the way the invitation reads, in an email message:
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Subj heading: March 16
Much better than March 17, for all the obvious reasons.
OK?
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What do you think — should I accept? It’s not a very gracious invitation, especially that OK?
Weather forecasters, take note: big snow coming on Friday March [...]

southern fried date

Will I ever meet Jerry?
I think not.
Is that a bad thing?
I think not. 
Jerry is a jdate that the fates seem to have ruled against.   Six weeks ago he sent me his number  — in rural northern New Jersey  — and asked me to call on a Thursday night.  He wasn’t home, but the next day [...]