He didn’t complain. He simply put his phone away and returned to his routine.
I told him that dating was difficult and that not every connection would work out.
He nodded.
“You’re right. You can’t expect everyone to like you.”
I admired his ability to remain positive.
Then he met someone else.
And the same thing happened again.
Six Dates, Six Disappearances
The second woman was a nurse named Patricia.
My father said she was warm, funny, and easy to talk to. They went to a small Italian restaurant, where they discovered they both enjoyed cooking and had traveled to some of the same places.
She even told him that she would like to see him again.
The next morning, however, she stopped responding.
The third woman, Margaret, seemed equally interested. They spent an afternoon walking through a botanical garden, talking about books and family. When my father dropped her off, she thanked him for a lovely day.
