Dating

How could I have been so naive? I was tired for one thing.  I had just come off an exhausting interview. Well the interview wasn't exhausting. The prep time was.  And I agreed to see him for our first date right after because he seemed really sweet and eager to meet me.  I liked that. Tall - check Handsome - check Age appropriate - check Intelligent - check Lived locally - check Into me - check It was all there. Even the gentlemanly ways. Carried my bags, walked me to my car.  Took an interest in me. Didn't talk all about himself all the time.  We walked down to an outside shopping center couch. You know, the kind with beautiful all-weather cushions facing away from the parking lot.  We talked about our last relationships, well he talked about his. I found it interesting and I learned some things about him in the processs.  He said he was married for nine years and she divorced him. Crushed him to tiny pieces. That was over ten years ago...

Tried the Sierra Club in my twenties. Everyone was 30 years older.   Fast forward to Boulder, Colorado.  I looked everywhere for hikers and rarely did I see single men. Couples, families, ladies.   Well, actually, I did see one single guy, but he was a former snowboarder and hiking with a cane in a full leg cast. Or should I say limping?  Talk about die-hards.  And, he couldn't have been north of 25.   A dear friend joined a hiking club and met her husband. They were both in sexually limiting relationships and were able to hike off most of the frustration so by the time they met and started dating, each came with a clean slate.  So I'm looking for that.