Another Dead End...

After 2 days of an exciting relationship, my latest connection fell sadly into a pile of............. wrinkles. I met Lynn a couple of years ago, online at a different dating service. We spoke on the phone at length. I told her my entire life story, she told me hers. It turns out that her confiding her deepest secrets to me was not a good idea, as I cannot be trusted not to be judgemental. I decided her traggic story was more than I could handle and let her fade away. We reunited tonight, after remeeting on Match.com on Sunday night, this week. We were so comfortable with one another that I suggested we have a "come as you are meeting", spontaneously tonight when she got home from Yoga.

She had a lovely home in the Moon Valley area and I arrived right on time at 7:30, but she was still not home. Instead, I was greeted by her 2 Dobermans that energetically barked at my early arrival. Being a dog person, I taunted them through the window until I'd had enough and was worried someone might call the cops. I waited for a few minutes in my car, when Lynn pulled in behind me. Even in the dark, I could see that she was about 157 years older than her pictures. Shit!

We entered her house through the garage where her two pups had their way with me and jumped up mortally wounding my right arm, but I was so thrilled to be playing with dogs, I didn't even notice I was bleeding. The young one got a little rambuctious and broke the thin skin on my right arm. Lynn asked me how I hurt my arm and I explained that I didn't hurt my arm, until I looked and saw the blood running. No big deal. It should be just fine in a few weeks.

That's when I got a chance to check out Lynn and it didn't go well. She was tiny and prunish. About 5' 2" and very little shape, she was way too wrinkley for me, for only 58. This is an interesting observance. One person that age can look to be in their late 40's and another to be 70. Unfortunately Lynn looked older than her years. She offered me water and we sat to watch Kate someone get kicked off of Dancing with the Stars. We didn't talk much for two people that just spent 48 hours laughing our asses off on the phone. In person, I found her argumentitive, disagreeable and horribly wrinkled. She actually said to me, "You're not so funny in person"! I felt like answering that I'm not too funny when I'm scared! But I just explained that it's difficult to be "ON" all of the time.

I commented that I really don't believe in having dog's ears cropped to meet our human needs, as it's terribly painful for the dog, just to satisfy our human vanity. She then told me that her younger one's ears were already done when she got her, but she didn't like the job they'd done, so she had them redone! I immediately thought of my own rather long ears and a chill ran down my spine. To say that we got off on the wrong foot was would be an understatement, but the two dogs seemed to adopt me and her big male slept on my lap for about 2 hours, occasionally getting up to lick my face, while the female begged for my attention.

I went home at about 9:30. I'll probably miss those dogs...