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DuaneD

I am a male, 66 years young, residing in United States, Ohio - Columbus, and I'm looking for a female match on Flirthut.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

I am in search of...

An undeniably awesome couple with amazing chemistry. Let's make the world jealous! This was default in my profile, but I really like it.

  • Identifies as: male
  • Height: >5'4 to 5'6 (1.63m to 1.68m)
  • Body type: average
  • Marital Status: single
  • Looking for: anything
  • Hair colour: grey
  • Hair length: short
  • Eyes: blue
  • Drinking habits: rarely / occasionally
  • Smoking habits: brown
  • Has children: yes and they live with me
  • Joined Flirthut: Visible to upgraded members
  • Last online: Visible to upgraded members
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About me

I'm dating someone now who, evidently, is unaware of it. This also default, but very true!

My flirt feature

I like to flirt with my prefer not to say.

Interests

Card Games Chess Cycling Football Golf Keeping Fit Motor Sports Movies / film Music Playing An Instrument

The Date That Turned Into a Public Safety Incident

...and why I now require a phone call before meeting anyone in real life.

Dating is hard enough without adding public embarrassment, security guards, and a runaway train. But here I am, surviving to tell the story. We all know dating comes with risks. Sometimes those risks are emotional, sometimes logistical, and occasionally — like in my case — they involve a fully grown adult collapsing in public places for no logical reason. I had high hopes for this date. We'd met on a dating app, and she seemed genuinely lovely. Our messages flowed effortlessly — witty, playful, even a little flirty in the best possible way. There's something magical about those early conversations where everything feels promising, like this could be the start of something real. In hindsight, I probably should have insisted on a phone call first. That simple, four-minute conversation could have prevented what will forever be filed under "Worst Date of My Entire Life." But no, I was caught in the intoxicating trap of good texting chemistry. And texting chemistry… lies.

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