GEEZER DATING: The Crazy Professor

News from the Geezer online dating front:  I thought it would be at least an enjoyable dinner with a former professor at Cornell.  After a lot of disorganized, forgetful, and rambling conversation on his part, I asked him what kind of meds he was taking.  His response: "Diazepam (Valium), Ritalin, Zoloft, and marijuana. I also had a penile implant due to the side effects of Zoloft.  It cost Medicare $28,000 for the operation." (WTF?!!)  He asked when we could see each other again, and I softly replied, "We aren't."  Lord, help me now.  lol


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