I work with lots of women at Club Pricey Freeze.
A few of my more seasoned co-workers are single. The unattached ones (and some of the married ones) are interested in how I met my late-in-life beau.
I get it.
Meeting a significant other can be challenging. Add in the baggage carried by the average 50-something, and finding love can seem impossible. Stir in a global pandemic heading into its third year and you might as well give up and get thee to a nunnery.
Flo, a bubbly purple-haired grandma/cashier, shared that she’s dipped her toe into the pool of online dating. She’d gone so far as to exchange a few messages with a prospective suitor.
“I had a good feeling about him,” she began. “Then he said if this was going any further, I’d have to send him a picture of my feet.”
“Your feet?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’d just finished work, and they were swollen with sock marks on my ankles. It just didn’t seem like a good idea.”
If it doesn’t seem like a good idea, it usually isn’t.