I was about to announce my retirement from dating. I reviewed the pictures of the date I was about to cancel.
I changed my mind.
Saturday night. He's driving from L.A. to meet me at Bandara, a local restaurant. He's bringing a bottle of Cakebread Chardonnay.
My kind of guy is clever, witty, funny and confident. This man is none of the above. He's a soulful artist. But I'll let him buy me dinner.
I am, after all, a very kind and generous woman.
He is incredibly handsome. I've never gone for those types. Mr. Personality is more my speed.