My terminal untidiness puts off many women. Back that up with a love for firearms and all things sci-fi and you can see the field getting pretty slim. My late wife was wonderful putting up with me, and her death hit me very hard.
I finally started dating again last year. It has been...an adventure.


So far I have been dumped by different girls for:-
1) Not having got rid of the baggage in the house. (Guilty, probably not really ready for a relationship at that time)
2) Not being sexually assertive enough for her tastes! (That was a new one)
I have run from others because :-
1) First woman from Internet dating got drunk on our first date, asked me to stay but said there would be no sex. Interesting. Bad combo of wine, desperate loneliness and being slightly whacko, I think. That being my first dating experience in a long time had me considering celibacy with occasional Internet porn as the sensible alternative to dating.
2) Fifteen minutes into a second date a lady decides that I need to know exactly how smooth and firm her thighs are. Normally this wouldn't be an issue, but we hadn't even ordered appetizers, and I'm not sure the staff in that rather posh steak house were entirely happy with her crawling all over me. One friend suspects she might have self administered a roofie. Well, this is Vegas, after all.
There is an ethnic saying regarding female dogs not being of sound mind that applies, just multiply x10 in this town.
Right now I am dating a lovely lady to whom I was introduced by a mutual acquaintance. No crazy showing so far except for her being pretty keen on motorcycles, which I don't own nor am I ever likely to. We'll see how things go.
