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I arrived at the country deli for Saturday afternoon coffee date a little early. It was a cold and rainy day and the fire was roaring in the hearth. What a wonderful place to meet John41. John41 said to expect a tall, slim 55-year old. I sat at the bar counter and kept an eye on the doorway. No-one of that description came in from the storm. "Hello, you must be Mary1?" I heard my name, pronounced correctly, too. I looked up and there was a tall, slim, clearly not 55-year old. "Oh, hello! John41?" It was indeed John41.
Later, around coffee number two when I could no longer contain myself, I asked John41 how old he was. Sixty-eight. I froze. I was 22 years younger than him. He was my parents' contemporary. I asked why he had found it necessary to lie about his age. "You would never have met me if you had known", he explained. "I am no less turned off now", I explained. It was the fib that bothered me. "What other surprises have you for me?", I probed. There were a few minor inconsistencies which he reported.
I am not partial to fibs, lies, half-truths ... it must be an unresolved past-life issue I have. And no, I would not choose to compete with my mother for my beau's attention (John41 and Mom are contemporaries and Mom is not unattractive).
My initial reaction to his advanced age and his fibs was negative. These appeared to be the repelling forces at play. After a bit of thought though I concluded that it wasn't John41's fibs or his age that turned me off.
In my opinion, age does not matter, connection does. Age really does not matter IF there is a connection. John41 and I could not boast a connection.