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I also recall meeting a matchmaker who treated me to drinks at a midtown hotel before requesting a thousand dollars—a cool grand—for her services.
Her problem was that her stable of women, by her own descriptions, didn’t include anyone I’d want to meet.
I sense an increased reluctance to accept heterosexual overtures except in circumstances where they are sought.
The contemporary truth is, simply, that boys don’t meet girls as they used to.
Though perhaps shyer then, especially about introducing myself to strangers, I do recall meeting significant others on the NYC subway and in stores., which I didn’t much like for other reasons.
Thinking I was above that kind of venue, I nonetheless recall correspondence on perfumed stationery from a divorced suburban housewife promising to bring her diaphragm. I didn’t return to Personals, as the genre should be called, until the mid-1990s, in my own mid-fifties, I guess because the earlier channels for meeting eligible women dried up.
So I checked again into dating services, returning to The Right Stuff, which was again the best for me, but also sampling others.
Only after checking with others do I sense that my disappointment with such old-style social situations is not unique.Need I add that some Right Stuff women introduced themselves to me, sometimes successfully.Through this route I met in the mid-1990s a woman I loved for several years, whom I should have met before, had the person knowing us both in the 1960s cared to introduce us.I also recall being invited to a Sabbath dinner in Providence, where I was introduced to a Jewish woman student whom I didn’t date again.
Later lovers, after an early divorce, were met in graduate school classes, in art museums, at concerts, and in offices publishing me.
There were “mixers” between Brown and Pembroke, as the women’s college was then called.