Once, after my divorce, my sister set me up with a high level Boeing manager. She just gushed over this guy, so I bit. Shit. Dude was old enough to be my father. Nothing in common. He talked about himself the whole time, telling stories about places he’d been…he was trying to impress me with the amount of money he had, I think, which was a lot. Guess he figured that I would be an easy conquest, seeing how poor I was…but I was beautiful so he was willing to stoop to my level.
Well, after our date, he took me home….and I could tell he was moving in for “that” kiss. I started to panic a little, and suddenly I said, “Did you know that after 5 years you get to reclaim virgin status?!”
It had the desired result of stopping him in his tracks, with a puzzled look on his face, no more puzzled than I…where the hell did that come from??!! LOL! which was the tactful space I needed to move away, saying “Thank you for the dinner.”
I’m so weird. Never heard from him again. Whew!