MATCH DOT COM
My latest conquest on Match.com seems to be a real burnout. We went out for dinner; he chose the restaurant, which turned out to be this really dirty place in Andersonville just off Clark Street. There was hardly anyone in there, which apparently was to his liking. The food was so-so. The service wasn’t that much better, but he said he swears by this place. Then he wanted to walk along the lakefront. He wanted to show me where the Edgewater Beach Hotel used to be. I said I already knew where the Edgewater Beach Hotel used to be. God! Well, he said, do you want to just—walk, and then we could—consider making out or something? Yeah, I said. Yeah, let’s just CONSIDER that, why don’t we. Lord have mercy. I suppose he finds me attractive, but I’m not flattering myself. We headed down Berwyn to Sheridan and then north to Hollywood Beach. It was cool but bearable out. On the way there he started talking about his family, and pretty much didn’t stop talking about them until we had walked back to the bus stop where we would part ways. He mentioned a younger brother. My interest perked up a little. His younger brother, Dale, is an injury attorney who also specializes in domestic cases and general civil cases, with a prominent firm right here in Chicago! Steve, please tell me more about Dale, I pleaded with him. He went on to say that Dale is 28 and not married, and completely unattached. Go on, I said, go on.