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Vito55

I am a male, 70 years young, residing in United States, South Carolina - Charleston, and I'm looking for a female match on Flirthut.

However successful you are, there is no substitute for a close relationship. We all need them.

I am in search of...

Passionate. Affectionate. Open minded. Loyal. Educated. Well read. Conservative . Intelligent

  • Identifies as: male
  • Height: >5'10 to 6' (1.78m to 1.83m)
  • Body type: prefer not to say
  • Marital Status: single
  • Looking for: a serious relationship
  • Hair colour: grey
  • Hair length: medium
  • Eyes: brown
  • Drinking habits: rarely / occasionally
  • Smoking habits: green
  • Has children: none
  • Joined Flirthut: Visible to upgraded members
  • Last online: Visible to upgraded members
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About me

Loyal. Intelligent. Romantic. Mannerly. Well bred. Open minded

My flirt feature

I like to flirt with my prefer not to say.

Interests

Card Games Cooking Fishing Ghosthunting Horse Riding Movies / film Racket Sports Restaurant Theatre Vegitating Walking / Rambling

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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