Seriously. Someone call his mother!
I appreciate Avery’s candor. I will say, though, that younger guys seem to be into us older ladies. (While guys my age would like them 15 years younger.) Remember the random texting bandit? This guy…
Well, I figured out who he was through an amusing text exchange. I met him at a bar around 2 AM after drinking White Russians at The Back Door for a few hours. (Never a good idea.)
At this point, I have zero idea who this person is. But I feel like I need to come clean.
AHA! It’s Casey. Vague recollection.
Slowly. It’s starting to come back to me. And apparently I am very charming when I’m on the verge of being black out drunk. (Verge. Lol. No verge about it.)
He’s 30. Him and Stoplight Mike. Babies.
He sent me a text with the message that he had a surprise visit from his niece (I cropped her out) and he knew that I probably forgot what he looked like. Here’s Casey…
We had a few more text exchanges and things eventually fizzled with Casey.
I figured it out, though, that’s the way it works these days. If you’re bumbling in real life or virtually – it will fizzle (my nizzle) and it’s easy to ghost. Which is one reason I’m glad that it’s 44 year old Caroline navigating dating again as opposed to 30 year old Caroline.
My friend, Amy, helped me set up my Bumble profile – wording, pictures, etc. As we were taking about it she had a good point – this either sets you up for defeat or resilience.
The good news? If nothing else, the past 14 months has made me realize just what a resilient mother fucker that I am.
Back to swiping! This guy seems normal.
Bumble. Stumble 