This is the best case scenario, a situation that everybody assures you will happen, regardless of how dire it all looks.“We met on Tinder, and now we’re in a happy relationship!
I guess I would have thought once you hit 50, committing a felony wouldn't be on anyone's bucket list, but I've met several women who have dated recently-convicted felons, and I have dated two, one of whom was wearing her court-ordered ankle bracelet on our date.) But back to the hurt feelings.
A couple of years ago, when I was dealing with a fair amount of family "stuff," I had to postpone a scheduled first date sort of at the last minute. Don't ever contact me again." Well, thanks for the warning.
I've had several first dates where we enjoyed each other but things didn't heat up enough intellectually, spiritually and physically, to go to the next step only to get texts or emails along the lines of "Most men I meet can't WAIT to see me again!
" (That is an exact quote.) Another potential date (this one was three to four years ago, but the memory is clear) and I texted back and forth about when and where to meet.
Or perhaps we met once, didn't have a great date and thought it was OK to politely go our separate ways, only to find that the other person thought a trip to Paris and marriage was on tap for the next date.
(A brief aside: another weirdness of internet dating is how many convicted felons there are out there - male and female.
Not a wonderful thing to do, but not a crime either. I won't, especially now that I have an idea how she would react if I did something really wrong. They cordially correspond with a guy, maybe chat on the phone, and decide - as they have every right to - that they don't want to pursue things.
Then they get one, two hostile, even hateful, emails from the guy, as though they had broken up after years together.
And no one is better than I at being a basket-case after a long relationship ends.