One of the fine upstanding gentlemen to contact me lives here in our town. We emailed for a few days, and he talked about having full custody of his two girls. We talked about school ending, summer plans, and favorite local things to do in the summer time.
We agreed that one day when I got off of work, I would meet him by the river and go for a walk. We spoke a few times during the day leading up to the meeting, and he talked about volunteering at a local church that serves lunch on Sundays. He talked about volunteering at the local homeless shelter.
At one point, he mentioned that "something" had happened a few weeks (or did he say months) ago, and that his two daughters were living with their mom for a little while.
He talked about how our town was not that big, and he enjoyed riding his bike all around.
Once, he mentioned a roommate.
Independently, none of those things matter all that much.
We met by the river, went for a walk, and had a very weird conversation.
Throughout the entire time, I started to piece things together in my mind. When we left, I asked something about which car was his. He said he didn't have one, that he had walked, and only lived a few blocks away.
I am fairly certain he was referring to the local homeless shelter. That he is living there. I don't begrudge anyone that help.
I also don't want to, and won't date a man living there.
Not to mention that every picture he sent was of his face and shoulders and he represented himself as fairly in shape and when I arrived, I found a man who had a beer belly roughly the shape of a woman about 36-37 weeks pregnant. Hmm. No.
It was another one of those that when I left, he texted me and asked if I would want to see him again, when I told him no, at least not on a dating level, he answered in kind by telling me how he didn't need me, or anyone else.
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