For my maiden voyage, I had coffee with an accomplished local man, who said his last girlfriend had been religious, a devout Jew, and this had driven him crazy. He said he had a good sense of humor, loved movies. This is a true story: He was 10 minutes late, and shaken, because he had just seen a fatal motorcycle accident on the Richmond San Rafael Bridge.
He had stopped to inspect the body, because he was worried that it was his son, although his son rode a dramatically different brand of motorcycle. I liked him, though, and we exchanged adorable and kicky emails, arranging another date, for sushi, and he was lively, cultured and sort of charming.
My consultants said that I should pay attention to this.I recoil even from the word "date," let alone the concept of possibly beginning a romantic relationship. I have an almost perfect life, even though I've been single since my last long-term boyfriend and I broke up four years ago.I really do, insofar as that is possible in this vale of tears -- a cherished family, a grandchild, church, career, sobriety, two dogs, daily hikes, naps, perfect friends.They like to think that they are "closest to Buddhism," and "open to the magic that is all around us." They are "people-people." They are "open-minded and welcome all viewpoints." They are rarely seeking religious nuts like myself -- rather, they are seeking open, non-judgmental women.(The frequent reference to wanting a non-judgmental woman makes a girl worry: What if you're pretty non-judgmental, but then Larry Craig asks you out for coffee, or Buzz Bissinger, and little by little, more is revealed?