Well, maybe not 60, but I’d say he looks more like 59. Of course he wants a woman who is 23-43. Reading through the article, I would say that the man has some unresolved mother issues. $400 for the 4th “successful” date is absurd and disgusting. It should be at least $500, and he should drop the qualifier “successful”. If a woman can put up with him for three dates, she ought to get the money, up front at the beginner of the 4th date regardless. Am I being too harsh or overly generous? If she walks, then it would be $500 well spent.
You know, if he just stopped with the awkwardness about the offering of money and called it what it is - a dowry - it could be seen as a quaint, if not romantic, harking back to a bygone day; maybe it’ll even catch on and come back into fashion. Sort of like ITM. Not much of a dowry, though, if you ask me. Cheap dog.
But what the heck is a “successful” date? I mean, does it presume a smile, or the clamps? This could be creepy.
I quit reading halfway through the story. He’s calling “women” “girls.” If he’s looking for a girl, he might think of himself as a “boy.” I think “women” want to marry “men.”
Aww, guys! He’s just cute, in a teddy-bear sort of way. But Maine? He moved to Maine thinking there were lots of girls there? I’m not surprised that he moved from Key West, since that’s some prime gay and lesbian real estate, but . . . Maine? At his mama’s behest?
Then there was the poem-in-a-bottle he tossed in the ocean; he never got a response. Unsurprisingly.
I’d thought I’d hit the nail on the head with those two items, but I was mistaken. This is the problem . . . the mere thought of which would send any right-minded female running screaming for the door:
She has to laugh, because I like to make things funny all the time.
A girl could do worse than a 39-year-old, balding, white-water-rafting motel manager, but $5,000 is not enough compensation for a perpetually funny one. It’s not even close.
Anyone know what that circular gray thing hanging in front of the windows might be? Moose deterrent? A pizza pan hung up to dry? Something to intercept alien brain waves?