Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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I have a blind date this weekend!!! First in three years. I thought it might be amusing to tell you all what some of my very intelligent and accomplished girlfriends told me to look out for and – project – on this date. The object, I came to understand, was to get a second one.

So let me say that MY intentions were to:

a. have a good dinner with conversation instead of with my kindle.

b. to laugh out loud and not have anyone think I was losing it because I was alone.

c. to consider the possibility that I might meet someone I’d like to see again. Notice here that I said, “I” might like. I have zero interest in convincing or manipulating someone to see me again. This is really on my terms. Truthfully, he has to convince me for a second date Ok, not meaning to be haughty, or self-aggrandizing, but I am a catch. Are we clear?

So this girlfriend at dinner says, “here are the guidelines.” First, they like SOFT. Like, wear cashmere and be liquid. Second, don’t say a word, just listen. Men, she said, don’t like conversation or questions; they just want to be heard. Well, that may be accurate, but those would not be the guys I would want to see again.

And the reason for all this, she says, is so they will get laid.

Look, I have a lot of experience: three marriages, other sexual adventures when I wasn’t, and oh yes, one when I was. And she may be right. But I said, I’m not interested in marriage, and in this late day, if I could meet a man who was intelligent, self supporting and yes, Jewish that I was physically attracted to, YAY!! Let’s go. What’s wrong with that? ---I should be so lucky.

As my other girlfriend kicked me under the table as a way to alert me to take the other girlfriend’s advice with a grain of salt, I babbled on. Like, so what if he wants to get laid? Who doesn’t? So you think I want to become another person so that he’ll want me and want to have sex which I will then vilify him for wanting?
Uh, doesn’t make much sense to me.

So, right now, I am anticipating a pleasant evening. I would be lying if I said I had no expectations, because we all do. I will do my best to keep them quiet and just enjoy the moment.

Maybe I’ll be lucky. Don’t really think so. But a girl can still hope, oops, expectations.

I’ll let you know.