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Sobbing and Scandal

Recently divorced, I gave into my friend's suggestion of
going online to find a date.  I found the website of what sounded like an interesting man. There was no picture, but how he described himself sounded to me like my type.  After emailing back and forth for a while, we met at a local restaurant for a drink.

When he arrived, he was pretty much as he described, however, he had just recently separated from his wife, not divorced.

I asked if he wanted a drink, however, he did not drink.  I had a glass of wine. We talked for a while then he announced he was hungry, so he got up and got us a table for dinner.  Since he was buying, I figured why not, things had gone pretty good so far.

At the table, he decided upon a steak, but when the waitress asked him what kind of potato he wanted, he could not make up his mind and asked her to just choose one for him.  She said she couldn't do that and for him just to pick one.  He repeated he didn't know what he wanted and asked me to choose one for him.  I thought to myself, "Geez, this guy can't pick a potato?"  He finally decided on the french fries.  I asked for another glass of wine.

When the waitress left, he began telling me how it came to be he and his wife separated.  He began to cry, stating his wife was caught having sex with the local township superintendant by her supervisor.  The wife supposedly told the boss it would not happen again.  Well, two weeks later, they were caught having sex on his desk during work hours.  The wife told him that it was just a made up story because her boss hated her and wanted to get her fired.

He believed her until the scandal made the local papers and the township superintendant was forced to resign, his wife publically filing for divorce. By this time, the guy was crying, sobbing, and the meal had come. I asked for more wine.....

People sitting around us were staring.  I told him that I had to get home to let my dog out, asked the waitress for a doggy bag and we left.

On the way out, he asked if he could see me again, as he had a really good time and I was someone he could talk to!  Needless to say, I never saw him again.
 
Kat, Michigan

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