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Hmmm… I did not think that I would be asked for a date again by anyone. There are many more handsome younger men available.<\/p>\nHmmm… I did not think that I would be asked for a date again by anyone. There are many more handsome younger men available.<\/p>\n
I do not go out socially (much), and do not go to bars, restaurants, or other locations where singles mingle. <\/p>\n
I still have trouble considering myself “single.” Even after three years since my husband’s death, I still feel married. As closely as we were bonded, it really wasn’t “until death did we part.” I really do not like to check boxes on forms that says “widowed.” <\/p>\n
However, I was pleasantly and humorously surprised when not one but two people recently approached me, at first to compliment my suit (never thought a suit would do that!), then strike up a conversation that led…
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\n… to being asked out.<\/p>\n
The way it works is that those of us who are on the list to give testimony are called to a long table with seating for six in the front of the room when it’s our turn. There are six chairs and six microphones. <\/p>\n So when it was my turn, I was seated in position #2 with a “cellphone-possessed” attorney to my left (I swear, he never looked up from his stupidphone until it was his time to speak.) <\/p>\n A woman a little younger than me was to my right. <\/p>\n While I gave my three minutes of testimony, she listened to me with rapt attention. When she gave her testimony, she referred to mine — as if we had rehearsed together. But this is the first time I ever saw her.<\/p>\n After our group finished giving our testimony, we were dismissed and the next group moved to the front table.<\/p>\n Knowing this was going to be a long, long, dull night, and nothing more from me was expected, as well as it was getting late, I decided to leave.<\/p>\n We chatted for a while, then she asked if I wanted to have coffee. I thanked her, but declined. “Time to head home and hit the sack.”<\/p>\n I thought that was it, but she smiled and said, “well, would you like to meet for dinner? I’d like to get to know you.”<\/p>\n While I am old, I am not dead. I could read the signals. She was really, I mean really, studying my suit from my face to my boots.<\/p>\n Boots? Oh yeah, I wore my Rujo Boots black caiman dress boots<\/a> with the suit. Why not?<\/p>\n Long story short, I was gentle but explained, “sorry, I am not interested. I am gay. I don’t date women.”<\/p>\n She smiled meekly back at me and said, “all the good ones are either married or gay.” <\/p>\n I giggled, smiled, and thanked her for the compliment and for her flattery.<\/p>\n But wait! There’s more!<\/p>\n Yesterday, I was wearing my Brooks Brothers blue sharkskin suit<\/a> “just because.” I went to the dry cleaners to pick up some dress slacks I had dropped off to have cleaned.<\/p>\n The place was rather busy. While waiting in line, a nice young man was standing behind me. <\/p>\n He smiled at me and said, “that’s a cool suit. If you don’t mind, will you tell me where you got it?”<\/p>\n Again, I am oblivious sometimes. I totally forgot that I was wearing accessories that signaled I am gay.<\/p>\n While I may be slow, it dawned on me that he was hitting on me. I could see it in his mannerisms, smile, and the way he talked to me.<\/p>\n I thanked him for all the compliments, and thought that would end it. <\/p>\n But he continued and asked, “after this, would you like to get coffee?”<\/p>\n This guy was nice-looking and obviously interested in me, but he was probably in his mid-20s. I don’t date such youth. I am *not* a Daddy.<\/p>\n I thanked him for the offer yet politely declined. No, not gonna happen. <\/p>\n But man, what a pick-me-up!<\/p>\n Life is short: there seem to be more reasons for wearing a suit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hmmm… I did not think that I would be asked for a date again by anyone. There are many more handsome younger men available. I do not go out socially (much), and do not go to bars, restaurants, or other … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/Bluebespokenavytiesuited.jpg?resize=175%2C300&ssl=1\")
First situation was last week when I wore my power suit<\/a> (with a navy tie so as not to be political) when testifying before local elected officials.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/MTbluebespoke234.jpg?resize=103%2C300&ssl=1\")
When I walked out of the building, the woman who was seated next to me saw me and introduced herself. She complimented my testimony… then looked me up & down and said, “that’s a really nice suit you have on.” Okay… thanks.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/Gay01.jpg?resize=200%2C300&ssl=1\")
As I answered him, I could tell he was interested in more than the suit as he continued the conversation. I could see that he was studying my Brooks Brothers Gay Pride Necktie<\/a> and pocket square.<\/p>\n