At first, I misunderstood the premise of Andrea Dworkin’s book, Intercourse, to mean heterosexual sex is rape. I fell into the trap of believing her critics without reading the book myself, but when I finally did read it, I was angry how reviewers misled the public into thinking she insisted all intercourse between a man and a woman is rape.
The date began on the night we met at a "Flirt" singles mixer in a chic wine bar in Denver. My wing couple was Lisa and Doug, married and supportive of my quest to find Mr. Adequate. As a single mother in my 40s, I had seen several Prince Charmings ride away without me. The four main requirements of my future betrothed were he be kind, attractive, and have a job, and his own place. A private entrance to his mom’s basement apartment didn’t count as his own place. I had my standards.
“He’s got that nervous look in his eye,” she said. “You know, that issued out look.” That was my friend Jessie pointing out a man standing across from us in a bar at the Jersey shore. I asked her to explain it more. She told me it was a little shifty, like he wanted to approach a woman there but something was holding him back.
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I’m so old that I started blind dating before match.com existed. I’m not sure if blind dating is a verb but the other variations — blindly dating or dating blind — sounded worse. I used newspaper ads and a matchmaking service to try and meet my future husband. Even though I learned pretty quickly that describing oneself with brown hair and blue eyes in written form is no match for a photo, I kept doing it, hoping my wealthy, good looking, funny, preferably Jewish prince would appear.
I have been told I am one of the chosen people. I question if they mean chosen for persecution and jokes about being cheap. According to a group of born again Christians I met in high school, I was chosen for a more positive endeavor. If I took Jesus as my savior, my destiny would be fulfilled and I could enter into a holy covenant with God. I was skeptical but figured, I should learn more about it. What the hell, right? I mean, why not?