The Shroud Of Death

I know that it has been quite a while since DSB has posted, but I haven't had much to post content wise.
When Margot and I started this blog together we figured that since we were both dating, we would have more content to contribute as a team, as opposed to say...just me writing about my dating-life.
As you can well see it was a good idea.

But then Margot fell in love. And that was the end of her contribution here.
Look back a few posts and you will see. She didn't even say good-bye to us here at DSB.

Bad Margot!

And so since DSP is now just me, I haven't had much to say because I had not been dating this summer.

But one night, I did get online and found an interesting advert. and I responded to it.

Late fouties, interesting, articulate etc...
Nice looking photo. A very nice looking photo.

We met at the Distillary District at 6pm.
It was raining - then stopped - then raining again...
We went to an oyster place. Sat outside under big umbrella.
I did resist the indoors with air conditioning and noise.
I did insist on table with large umbrella outdoors, despite impending rain.

We ordered a drink and a dozen oysters.
He bantered with the server, all quite fun.

He looked like his picture. And yet not really either.
In person he was bonier than in his photo. Now a runner/cyclist body type , rather than the meatier version. He wore linen pants which were high waisted and I chose not to judge them, and enjoyed that he obviously enjoyed his summer trousers.

The oysters arrived and we ate them. All the while discussing....nothing really, just chit chat.
He told me about his last girlfriend. Dead. Then he told me about his other last girlfriend, also dead. He told me that his aunt passed away yesterday. She was a dear friend to him. He told me that he had not wanted to cancel our date. To which i told him I appreciated it. Then he told me he was cutting this short as he was meeting his son to go see some family. To which I replied that I appreciated that he came and met me but perhaps tonight was one of those situations where one must with regret, cancel But also that it'was nice that he was interested enough to have first contact.

Then we were on our way home. He offered me a ride in the rain to a bus stop. I took what I could get.
He dropped me into the night at the corner of Parliment and King and he drove off in his 1985 Lincoln Town Car, which I found out, was bestowed to him by his parents who are alive and well and living in London Ontario. Yes. It did indeed have an eight track player.

I don't know the man well enough to say that linen pants and town cars mean anything or do not mean anything. I know that I got home and made myself a decent dinner. I did text him and say thank you and have further noted that there have been no incoming messages from him.

I think I dodged being #3!