Down to socks, I stand up beside him to see the front door open—and lock eyes with a new-to-town dude who didn’t call me after a few great dates two weeks earlier.
(To be fair, I didn’t call him either, on principle.) In this moment, the flurry of ironic truths about dating in Aspen is dizzying: You will run into a former flame when you least expect it; platonic friends of the opposite sex are always presumed romantic partners, fodder for the small-town rumor mill; and successful courtship seems to require more effort than elsewhere—for recent transplants, especially.
We're talking about sex, and the meaning of the word “sick” in the bedroom is v.
different than the meaning it has in the real world.
So it should come as no surprise that scouting a soul mate, or even just a steady, in this hedonistic yet cerebral utopia is as complex as the fickle weather discussed during a bad first date. But after three years in Aspen, I’ve realized it’s rarely taken seriously here. If a biological clock is ticking, I haven’t heard it yet. I’m a tall, blonde, adventurous, educated, creative professional from an adoring East Coast family.
The state’s sexually transmitted disease rate among those over 65 is one of the fastest growing in the country, one report claims.
In 2006, a local gynecologist reported that she treated more cases of herpes and human papillomavirus at The Villages than she did when she worked in Miami.
If he’s choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn’t respect your feelings and needs.
“Busy” is another word for “asshole.” “Asshole” is another word for the guy you’re dating. Rowling, “Ten Things You Shouldn't Say on a Date.1.