The Evil Ex Wife – big buzzkill
San Francisco First Date: Shock and Awe?
We met online, exchanged e-mails and agreed to meet.
Don was funny and we shared several interests. What the heck, he lived in the City, was single, my age, height and weight… we were “a match.” Kind of.
He was much funnier on paper. And taller…
We met at the St. Francis Hotel. San Francisco natives know that “Meet me under the clock at the St. Francis,” has been the beginning of dates and trysts for decades.
We met and amiably walked upstairs to the lobby bar. Easy conversation flowed. We were having fun. Then came the obligatory, first date question, “Why did you divorce?”
My answer was easy and well rehearsed, “It wasn’t the lying, drinking, cheating it was the snoring.” Ba da Bing!
His answer was far more complicated.
His wife of 20 years had developed a “What you did wrong this…
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