I was dating for a short time — a 39-year-old banker woman (on a scale of 1 to 10, she was a 10). We had very enlightening conversations, etc. while
dating. She seemed to be as smitten with me as I with her. One night after a date, we were back at my place having a nightcap, when I excused myself to the bathroom. I was rather quick, but as I rounded the corner, I caught her going through my checkbook. She didn’t see me … when I returned … [she was] all smiles. I made some excuse as to not feeling well and escorted her to the door. As customary, she leaned in for a kiss goodnight, and I backed away. I never returned her calls or e-mails and never called her again. I often wonder if she ever figured it out.
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