Dating Daryl

On the way to my blind date, I asked my friend Scott just how old Daryl is. I've asked this question before and Scott would give some vague answer like probably 40 something, but that I look young and age doesn't matter when you get to be our age. Because I know that's not true for most men, I felt uneasy.

Now that we were in the car on the way to the date and there was no backing out, Scott said that he would try to find out his age. A couple of phone calls later, it was revealed that Daryl is around 37. Have I mentioned that I'm almost 50? I wanted to open the car door and jump into traffic. I was imagining how Daryl was going to react to me. I felt sorry for the poor guy for being fixed up with me. This is not low self-esteem talking, by the way. If Daryl was my age he would be lucky to have me, but not many young men want significantly older women.

Daryl, by the way, was great. If he asks me out, I will say yes. He appears to be a normal, stable human being. There is nothing flashy or insubstantial about him. The lighting in the restaurant was soft and flattering, but he must realize that I'm older. If he sees me in the cold, hard light of day, he might run for his life, assuming that I even make it to round two in the dating game. Wish me luck. I'll let you all know if he calls.