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I Don’t Care How Rich He Is
He’d better smell good!
When I started dating again, I went out with lots of men. For the most part, it was a lot of fun. Even if we didn’t have a real connection, the majority were polite and treated me with respect. I always chose a coffee date as the first date so the risk for both of us was pretty low.
Sometimes we agreed to meet again, sometimes we didn’t. In either case, the most physical contact we had was either a hand-shake or a hug.
Some of the guys I dated were quite well off. A couple were wealthy.
One guy owned a real estate company. He was impeccably dressed during our first date, with perfectly manicured hands. He’d lied somewhat about his height, but this is assumed in internet romance. Men, if they lie, do so about their height, women about their weight.
In many ways he was a good match for me. He was smart as well as wealthy. He had two engineering degrees as well as his real estate license. He had been married once before but they hadn’t had children so I wouldn’t have to deal with an ex being necessarily involved in his life. He liked Indian movies, which meant he’d be a hit with my mother. He also liked to travel — we had to put off our second date because he was flying out to Hong Kong where he had some investments. I love to travel, so, yeah!
