Bad news, good news. First the bad, which really isn't, but I like to complain.
I forked over $32 to play in a Seniors Outing (golf) yesterday. I "won" by shooting a 75, but didn't get a dime for my efforts. Why not? Well, it was a team tournament with handicaps used to determine team winners.

My "teammates" stunk. It happens every time. Being I'm the "best", I get stuck with the worse players. And almost always, they play horribly. We placed 3rd out of 6 teams, but out of the money. And, of course, I didn't win any prizes from a drawing. Zippo and sour grapes. PS: Did you hear or read the news item that said "It's true. Nice guys do finish last."?

Now, the good news. My new friend and I did go to the Indiana State Fair Monday. She paid! We had a good time, visiting exhibits and strolling around. No rides, of course. We shared an elephant ear and later had tacos. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, despite the tragedy of the stage collapse two days before.

I've had 3 dates with Lynn now, and we haven't even held hands, let alone kissed. I'm not sure what the deal is--whether it's me or her (or a combination). Perhaps this is meant to be a platonic, rather than romantic, relationship. I don't want to come on too strong, like I'm desparate. Plus, there's something about her (or me?) that's holding me back. It may be the age factor. See, I don't consider myself old, but Lynn appears like a grandmother (which she is).
Subconsciously, perhaps, I'm turned off by this thought. My frame of mind is thinking I'm still a young buck chasing the hot chicks (sorry about the mixed metaphor). I need help getting past this. Other than that, I enjoy her company and companionship.

I'll keep you all posted! Life is still good!