GEEZER DATING: The Non-stop Talker

Newsflash from the Online Geezer Dating Site--Note to self:  When your first phone conversation with him starts with details about walking/talking with his father at age 10, it will be a long night.  After 45 minutes, I finally interrupted him and told him I had to get off the phone. I don't think he took a breath for 45 minutes, and he was only in his 20s by then. He asked if we were going to meet.  I thanked him for calling, but alas, it would never happen. Lesson learned---tell them upfront that you have only 10 minutes.  Good grief.


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