Love, Laughter, and Late Nights: Online Dating After 60.
Before reading this particular blog entry, you might want to read or re-read the entry at the link above. There was definitely more to that story.
To quote from that story,
“A couple more back-and-forth visits took place until ultimately, while visiting me in Palm Coast, he told me he didn’t see this working; the distance was just too great. I totally agreed with him. As much as we were drawn to each other and our amazing similarities, the two hours between us seemed pretty insurmountable. We reluctantly said our goodbyes.“
The rest of the story follows:
We did reluctantly say our goodbyes. I watched him from my upstairs condo walking to his little BMW convertible, certainly sorry it couldn’t work. We really had so much in common, and I’d never felt more comfortable with a man before. But off he drove, back to The Villages.
About 20 minutes later, my phone rang. The caller ID showed his name. I hesitantly answered, “Hello?”
“Hi,” he said. “You’re not gonna believe this, but I’m in Bunnell. I got pulled over for not having insurance on my car.”
“What?”
He went on to explain something about his plate being run by a cop in Bunnell, and it came back that he didn’t have insurance on the BMW. Apparently he had bought the car, insured it, put his vanity plate back on it and thought it was good to go. He tried to explain that to the cop; he even called a friend who was a former cop to see if that might help. It didn’t.
They impounded his car and took his driver’s license. Stranded in a back-country town far from home, he didn’t know what else to do, so he called me.
“Is there any chance you could give me a ride back to The Villages?”
Keep in mind, it was a two-hour drive to his home, which was the reason he broke up with me in the first place. And even though I certainly agreed with him about the distance, it still left a bit of a sting.
“Uh … no … I don’t think so…”
After some hemming and hawing from him, I finally agreed to take him halfway if he could get someone to pick him up. He did, I drove him halfway, and we said our goodbyes.
And that’s where the rest of the other story picks up…
“Several weeks later, after a visit to Michigan for a wedding and my return home, I received a text from him saying, “Can you chat?”
I later learned that it cost him a thousand dollars … cash … to go to court and to get his car out of the impound lot.
He still says it was worth it.
LiviKnit 