Not Dating YOU

This dating thing has been something I discovered can be left by the wayside. I don't feel compelled to date. At least not now. That said, I have had encounters with the opposite sex. The last online dating service person I met was last August, almost ten months ago now. I thought I would try meeting a person who was somewhat geographically undesirable and perhaps not too dashing in the looks department. He was a choral singer, went to church, rode bikes. I thought I'd really get on well with him. We met. We had coffee. I let him buy (that's hard for me to do) and we chatted quite well for two hours. I can't explain it but when we were leaving, I could tell that no spark had been lit. Not for me. Not for him. At that point I was tired of the online thing. My subscription was running out, and I was fine to let it die a quiet death. About three months ago my closest friend fixed me up with a new friend of hers. We hit it off right away. There was an instant connection on the intellectual and humor level. He does some teaching. I teach. He was into wine and was a bit of a foodie. That didn't appeal much to me but I enjoyed his company and the witty reparte. Like a lot of funny people, though, this fellow has a very dark, almost depressed side. He has health problems and lines up his pills next to his plate at breakfast. He has high blood pressure for which he takes an annoying diuretic and he takes medications for late-onset diabetes. It was clear to me this guy does not take care of his body and isn't too interested in exercise. He said he belongs to a gym. The evidence is not apparent. He is disappointed with where his life is right now, thinks he'll have to work until he dies, is angry with himself for not having put away more money for his retirement, and regrets not having made a better life for himself. Since he teaches in a private school, he isn't vested in the teachers' retirement system and has only Social Security to count on when he gets old enough. He is terribly resentful of me retiring. I have to be careful not to mention it too much in his presence. But the worst with him was when I told him I aspired to learn French and go teach the children of the people in the French-speaking 'people circuses' that tour the world. He said, "That's too hard. Give up on that. They'll never hire you. They're going to hire someone from Montreal. You'll never get a job there." Guess I won't be dating you anymore.