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My Middle-Aged Foray Into the “Adult” Hook-Up App Taught Me a Lesson About Men Now
These guys have some explaining to do.
(NOTE: On one of her earlier articles, she mentioned being 48.)Feeld Notes is a column about a middle-aged woman who suddenly realizes she wants to have sex again—and the beguiling app she uses to do it.
Men are disappearing on me all the time on this f@#$ing app. Within the first six weeks of my time on Feeld, I’d had some fun, but I’d also been flaked on or ghosted no fewer than six times.
We had a time and a place and everything, but then, an hour before he was set to arrive, I got a message from him saying that he couldn’t wrest himself away from a work drinks thing and that he’d get back to me later that evening. I never heard from him again.
Mike and I set up a date for the following evening, but then he failed to show up, claiming the next morning that he’d fallen asleep early. Mike’s excuse was not only dumb, it was a lie. I knew this because, half an hour after he was supposed to come over, I glanced at his Feeld profile and saw that he was online.
On day two of our online chat, after explaining that he had a girlfriend with whom he was in an “ENM” (ethically non-monogamous relationship), he asked if he could come over to my house that very afternoon. I said no.
Mark told me he’d text when he was leaving work so that I wouldn’t wait around unnecessarily. Noon was zero hour. By about 11:52, when I was itching to leave, I noticed that my heart was racing. I looked at my Fitbit: It clocked me at 108 beats per minute and was only getting faster. Noon came around. No Mark. 12:10. Nothing. At 12:15, he texted me to say that he’d gotten “caught up” in some stuff and that he had to wait until his boss came back before he could leave.
That other chance—fool me once, fool me twice, etc.—was set for the following week. We again planned to meet for coffee: same time (noon), same place. The day before our meeting, Mark texted me, unprompted, to announce that he’d recently met up with a married, heterosexual couple who wanted him to f@#$ the wife while the husband watched. So much for nervousness.
my opinion:At 11:50 I made my way toward the cafe. The weather was still warm enough for me to sit outside, so I found a table, opened my book, and checked my heart rate: 85 bpm. 12:10: Nothing. 12:15: Still nothing. At 12:20, I picked up my phone and texted Mark. “Where are you?”
While I waited for a response, I remembered a guy in sunglasses who’d walked by me about 15 minutes earlier. He’d looked to be about the right age and height, and he wore a baseball cap with a flattened brim, not unlike those in some of Mark’s profile pictures. But he’d glanced my way, then kept on going.