... was nice. He was nice. He's a rare breed who is actually better looking in person than he is in his pictures. He was funny and smiled a lot. He held up his end of the conversation easily without monopolizing. He seemed to be a genuine good guy. After two hours, I said I had to go.
He's a bit older than me. He asked me if I had any concerns about it. I said no, and asked him if he did. He said that he'd decided before he'd messaged me to date closer to his age range. When I said I wasn't sure how to take that, he said I shouldn't take it personally. I wasn't quite sure how to take that either.
He also mentioned that he had intended to meet somebody who was actively involved in at least one of his two main hobbies, flying and horses. I don't fly anymore (and get sick when I do). I can't ride. It's something I'd like to learn someday, but not something I have anything to do with now.
After we left the restaurant, we stood outside for a few minutes to talk. He shook my hand and we went our separate ways. No mention was made of getting together again.
So, this doesn't qualify as a submission for the nut job challenge, but I don't think I can quite call it a success.
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