I didn’t want to date him because he was my age.

I thought he was as cute as a bug’s ear first of all, but I didn’t want to date him because he was my age.

I had been single for 10 years. I always dated younger men because I didn’t want to get serious and knew I could control the situation. It wasn’t going to go anywhere - it was just fun.

When I met him he didn’t drink so I thought he must be boring. and he was my age so I thought he must be boring. 

Every Saturday he’d call me and he’d say “This is Rick, do you wanna do something?” And I said “Thanks for calling but no.”

And then finally one Saturday some friends of ours were dating and they were going to a party in north Michigan. He called me, he had just finished racing snowmobiles and he had never been beaten. And he called me and said, “I’m just finishing my race, I’m going to head up north, do you want to go?”

I said, “If you’re silly enough to drive all the way over here to get me and take me all the way up north, I’ll go.”

I poured myself a big drink and got a book because I thought I’ll just drink and read because it was going to be boring. He came and got me and we talked all the way up. I left for FL three days after that, and he called me in FL at my mom and dad’s.  He asked, “If I came to FL would you go out to dinner with me?” And I said, “If you’re silly enough to come to FL, I’ll go.” I said where are you? He said I’m on the corner of such and such and such and such, it was right by my mom and dad’s house. He figured that if I told him no he’d visit his mom in Largo.

So he was here.