Joe is handsome and funny.
Not exactly the tallest guy I’ve ever met, but still can hold his own in a showdown with me in 4” heels.
Joe is a diver and it excites him that I am a Rescue Diver.
Of course, he doesn’t know I haven’t dove in years because of that panic attack I had underwater caused by blood pressure changes in a too tight wetsuit hood.
Joe called me up and we chatted for a little while.
He is keen to go out and I was kind of excited too.
He’s got daughters after all and Lord knows I want to wind up with a man with daughters.
All on account of I have none of my own.
In so many ways, Joe seemed PERFECT for me.
Daughters. Adventurous spirit. World traveler. Funny.
So I showed his profile to Barbara, just to see if he could get the BARBARA STAMP OF APPROVAL.
Barbara is probably the toughest of all my friends to approve the men I date.
She’s not called The Hammer for nothing.
And that’s when it happened.
I glanced at his profile and saw “Separated” as his marital status.
As in STILL FUCKING MARRIED!
Jesus F. Christ!