Uh, when it comes to dating men in their fifties and sixties, I must give you a warning. They have forgotten what a date is. They’ve gotten so used to staying home and watching TV while their wife does the cooking that when they’re suddenly divorced and out there in their 50s and 60s for some reason they’ve just forgotten. They’re so used to having everything done for them.
I’ve categorized my dates. Let’s just begin with Bare Minimum Bobby.
A Bare Minimum Bobby date is a man who wants credit for taking you out on a date, except he does not want to leave his own home. He wants to do the bare minimum and call it a date. For example, I was asked out by a Bare Minimum Bobby. The “date” involved my driving to his apartment, which is a one-bedroom. It is also an inconvenient 45-minute drive from my house.
His plan for the evening, besides my 45-minute drive, was, to begin with, a nighttime hike to the ocean cause he lives in Malibu. Guess what? Where he lives in Malibu is nowhere near the ocean. According to Bobby, it’s about one and a quarter miles away. Goody, we can take a walk and see the ocean 1.2 miles each way. A nice fun two and a half-hour walk and by the way it’s a little rocky and there are NO SIDEWALKS.
If I were to survive this harrowing nighttime walk, then he would cook for me.
What was he planning to cook? Pasta! Basically, he was going to boil some water and open a plastic bag and then open a glass jar.
I’m sure after that I could look forward to the awkward moment where he puts the moves on me, using the excuse that I have such a long drive home, I should just stay. After what I’m sure would be an unsatisfying eight to ten minutes of lovin’ I could then drive all the way home.
Umm, I said no, because if I recall (and I think he should too) a “date” is asking someone out to a nice restaurant where you put on nice clothing like a shirt with a collar and sleeves and you engage in lively conversation and pick up the bill. Then you act like a gentleman and walk me to my car.
Seriously, what is going on? Have you experienced a night out with a Bare Minimum Bobby? Please share your stories here and add to the conversation. Next up, “Do You Mind If You Drive” guy.
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