“We have a matching score of 97. That’s (by a wide margin) the highest number ever. Did you very cleverly manipulate the algorithm?”
“I am impressed. A man who knows what an algorithm is.”
“That’s a very low bar, but I know it may be justified.”
“And modest, too.”
“I can see you are very skilled in the feminine arts. There should be a warning prominently displayed on your profile.”
“It’s too bad you are up in Vermont with snow and Yankees and high property taxes, but I do appreciate that you are maybe even funnier than I am.”
“A gratuitous swipe at the Green Mountain State; you’ve got some serious chutzpah to go along with that razor wit.”
When he finally arrives at her house, he comments on her beautiful eyes; a few hours later, they are in bed. The outcome is mixed, but to her, that’s irrelevant. She feels as if she’s on fire when she is with him.
“It’s NATO - Not About the Outcome,” she says the next day, smug in her newfound wisdom from a dating advice column. But she doesn’t believe it.
She’s never known a man so contradictory. His daily clothes washing to remove molecules of dog hair - his methodical unloading of luggage from his trunk, one shirt at a time - his feeling of wellness, which depends upon the results of an app on his watch. “Why don’t you just ask yourself how you feel?” she asks.
But this complicated man also embraces his unshorn eyebrows, abandons art treasures for a decade, and sends blank invoices to his customers. And who, during his early years as an oil trader, takes off with an Indonesian maid for parts unknown.
This man is proud of his youthful physique and sends her a nude photo to bolster his claims. She marvels at his willingness to reveal both physically and emotionally. “I don’t want to spend my last years alone,” he says.
She thinks of him sitting on the floor with her dogs (despite their wafting hair) and how he makes sports fun for her, cries for a broken athlete on his favorite team, and calls her first when his dog is sick.
“You know I hate to plan,” he reminds her but insists she share her daily lists; he’s amused and perhaps a little scared of her organizational skills. “What are we doing today?” he asks. She rattles off multi-course dinners, sporting events, hikes, and live music.
“I need to get my haircut,” he announces. I’m getting way too, Albert Einstein.” She sends him to the local Great Clip, assuming he won’t wait two weeks for her hairdresser. He returns, his curls barely touched by a female African American barber whom he befriends.
He regales her with tales of country music bad boys he befriended as a youth. On their hike, he loans her his name-brand down jacket when she fails to dress appropriately. He tells about his love for his faith. He tells of hiking in Kashmir with its fields of saffron.
They are amused by their differences but awed by them too. “We complement each other,” she remarks, and he agrees. She adores this boy/man with his mighty intellect and love of play - his fondness for all things sports and betting - his disdain for daily chores – his frat friends of 50 years - his tolerance of her need for order – his apparent joy in her beauty.
This Yankee Man with a matching score of 97.
— opelikakat
“I am impressed. A man who knows what an algorithm is.”
“That’s a very low bar, but I know it may be justified.”
“And modest, too.”
“I can see you are very skilled in the feminine arts. There should be a warning prominently displayed on your profile.”
“It’s too bad you are up in Vermont with snow and Yankees and high property taxes, but I do appreciate that you are maybe even funnier than I am.”
“A gratuitous swipe at the Green Mountain State; you’ve got some serious chutzpah to go along with that razor wit.”
When he finally arrives at her house, he comments on her beautiful eyes; a few hours later, they are in bed. The outcome is mixed, but to her, that’s irrelevant. She feels as if she’s on fire when she is with him.
“It’s NATO - Not About the Outcome,” she says the next day, smug in her newfound wisdom from a dating advice column. But she doesn’t believe it.
She’s never known a man so contradictory. His daily clothes washing to remove molecules of dog hair - his methodical unloading of luggage from his trunk, one shirt at a time - his feeling of wellness, which depends upon the results of an app on his watch. “Why don’t you just ask yourself how you feel?” she asks.
But this complicated man also embraces his unshorn eyebrows, abandons art treasures for a decade, and sends blank invoices to his customers. And who, during his early years as an oil trader, takes off with an Indonesian maid for parts unknown.
This man is proud of his youthful physique and sends her a nude photo to bolster his claims. She marvels at his willingness to reveal both physically and emotionally. “I don’t want to spend my last years alone,” he says.
She thinks of him sitting on the floor with her dogs (despite their wafting hair) and how he makes sports fun for her, cries for a broken athlete on his favorite team, and calls her first when his dog is sick.
“You know I hate to plan,” he reminds her but insists she share her daily lists; he’s amused and perhaps a little scared of her organizational skills. “What are we doing today?” he asks. She rattles off multi-course dinners, sporting events, hikes, and live music.
“I need to get my haircut,” he announces. I’m getting way too, Albert Einstein.” She sends him to the local Great Clip, assuming he won’t wait two weeks for her hairdresser. He returns, his curls barely touched by a female African American barber whom he befriends.
He regales her with tales of country music bad boys he befriended as a youth. On their hike, he loans her his name-brand down jacket when she fails to dress appropriately. He tells about his love for his faith. He tells of hiking in Kashmir with its fields of saffron.
They are amused by their differences but awed by them too. “We complement each other,” she remarks, and he agrees. She adores this boy/man with his mighty intellect and love of play - his fondness for all things sports and betting - his disdain for daily chores – his frat friends of 50 years - his tolerance of her need for order – his apparent joy in her beauty.
This Yankee Man with a matching score of 97.
— opelikakat
Thanks for a great read!
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"Mighty intellect and love of play"
"his feeling of wellness, which depends upon the results of an app on his watch."
Great character!
What an interesting guy! This "rebound person" is more than that. ---Macoff
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