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The Mrs. Robinson Fantasy

Then there were a few freaks thrown in. Thank God most of the on-line dating services allow you to initially communicate anonymously and to block unwanted attempts at communication. Then they come pouring in. There are a couple of flirtations that seem as though they might go somewhere. It was still too soon to tell.

Then along came an entirely different kind of flirtation. He was cute, fair and younger than springtime. He began with what seemed like a sincere question about my on-line profile. He wondered if I truly loved dinosaur bones. Many e-mails were anonymously exchanged. We only have the information we have chosen to share about each other and what is supposed to be a recent photo. I wonder why he likes me and I ask him why he has chosen to flirt with a woman so much older – he is only 36. Is he typically attracted to older women?

He says I am beautiful.

And so the instant messaging conversations begin. The first one is more than flirtatious but does not cross the line. He is funny and charming and sexy. The following night we have another instant messaging encounter. This time the tone is a bit beyond flirtation but still does not cross the line. We agreed to meet for a drink. I gave him my phone number and we made plans to meet just after my birthday.

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