the fourth date

That means, not the fourth date I ever had, or the fourth date in a week, but the fourth date with one man.
What will it be like? how to — be?
This is the fourth date with Funny Guy I’m talking about.
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before the fourth date
So far things have [...]

you look like modigliani painted you; & other vignettes from three recent dates

One night this past week
“You look like Modigliani painted you,” my date said.
My date was a 71-year-old doctor. He had taken me to a cutting-edge new restaurant in Chelsea. I’m not a foodie, so I was trying not to laugh at the odd combinations of food (you know, braised scallions [...]

manhattan, that small town

It was unmistakable: that was he.
I would have known him anywhere. He looked exactly like all his profile pictures: the quizzical eyebrows, slightly slanted up toward the center of his face; the short, frizzy light brown/greyish hair, the half-glasses that he squinted over in a partial smile, the good shoulders and thin frame, [...]

mimi’s saturday morning

10:45 till 11:10 a.m. or so Saturday 9 May
Dancing for joy on my living-room rug, in my bare feet, in my pajamas, no lights on, to the first bunch of songs on my Supremes cd: Where did our love go, Baby Love, Come see about me, Stop! in the name of Love, Back in my [...]

dates don’t grow on trees (but they do)

Okay so this nice-looking, semi-conservative-seeming, mid-western-guy-in-nyc wrote me a while back and asked me out. I was uncertain about him (too blond?) and anyway I was too busy with work.
He wrote me again today suggesting a date, and I thought hey, dates don’t grow on trees, not at this age anyway, so [...]