Image description: I’m sitting in front of a table at one of my favourite cafes. It has a brownie and a fork on a plate and an orange mug of coffee. I am wearing a leopard print cardigan and a green silk scarf. i am looking up and laughing. Photo by Charles Earl.
so much for my platonic interlude. i want to chat with people with a view to meeting, and if there’s chemistry, i want to see where things lead. so i’ve added my profile to a new app called FEELD, which claims it is open to various types of relationships and queer friendly.
so far most of the profiles talk about sex acts and yawn, that is just soooo boring. as always i am most attracted by folks into good rabbit-hole-style conversations, long meanders downtown and cafe hopping. the rest will follow, if it follows. without the interesting conversations though, forget it.
i have zilch expectations. and then there’s the fact that i am 61. as Warren Zevon just sang on my shuffled playlist: my Studebaker keeps on breaking down again. ha! do i have time for this? nope. but it’s near-spring and the flirty senses are tingling soooo here i go.