Dating again after my husband died was a real adventure. On the very first one, the guy called me a bad name and I dumped ice tea in his lap. That almost put me off dating.
With one guy, we agreed to meet early Sunday morning for a bike ride on a trail and then breakfast in a quaint little town near me. I told him more than once that I was just starting out riding again, wasn't fast, didn't have a lot of endurance and just had an old 3-speed cruiser. He said that was fine. I showed up, as advertised, in my shorts, t-shirt, ballcap and old bike. He was dressed like someone riding in the Tour de France, with a $3000 bicycle and an attitude to match. We started out on the trail and it was very obvious that he wasn't having a good time slowing down for me. I told him to go ahead at his own speed, turn around at the end and we'd meet on the way back. After a while, I turned and headed back. When I got back to the parking area, there he was loading up and looking like he was eager to make a getaway. He hadn't passed me, so he had taken another route back in order to miss me, hoping that he'd be gone before I got back. Needless to say, there was no breakfast and I never heard from him again, thank goodness.
With another guy, we had made the same arrangement to ride bikes on the first date, but he got into an argument with a motorist and pulled a gun. That date ended quickly.
One guy brought his teenage daughter along on our date, as "she didn't want to stay home alone". Huh-uh.
I was really glad to meet the present boyfriend, who I've managed to hang onto for almost nine years now.