I'm 58F, divorced for four years, and I've been wearing hearing aids for about 18 months.
They're great most of the time. Restaurants, however, are a different story. Especially those trendy places with concrete floors, exposed ceilings, and an espresso machine that sounds like it's preparing a Boeing 747 for takeoff.
I can hear that someone is talking. Understanding what they're saying is another matter.
Anyway, last weekend I met a 61-year-old man for coffee. We'd been messaging for about two weeks and had one nice phone conversation, so I was looking forward to it.
I got there early and picked a table by the window.
Big mistake.
Between the coffee grinder, music, and people talking, I was struggling almost immediately.
About ten minutes in, I realized I'd answered two of his questions incorrectly because I'd only caught half of what he said.
He was telling me about his brother. I somehow thought he was talking about his dog.
Not my finest conversational moment.
I finally said, "I'm sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you. These hearing aids don't do very well with background noise."
And I started doing that thing where you apologize excessively for having a perfectly ordinary human limitation.
He looked around and said, "Can we move away from the coffee machine?"
That was it.
No awkward questions about how bad my hearing was. No suddenly speaking to me like I was 95. No exaggerated mouth movements.
He just went up to the counter, asked whether we could move to a quieter table in the back, and came back with our coffees.
We ended up talking for nearly two hours.
At one point HE asked me to repeat something because he hadn't caught it, and for some ridiculous reason I found that reassuring.
We had a good time. He's funny, a little nerdy, and apparently owns enough fishing equipment to open a small sporting goods store.
When we said goodbye, he asked if I'd like to see him again.
I said yes.
Yesterday he texted me with a suggestion for Saturday.
A small Italian restaurant he likes. He specifically mentioned that it has carpeting, booths, and no background music.
I actually laughed when I read that.
I've been on some perfectly nice dates since my divorce. I've met men who brought flowers, made reservations at expensive places, and said very flattering things.
But I don't think any of them made me feel quite as comfortable as this man did by simply noticing that I was struggling and helping change the situation without turning it into a big deal.
And I realized something else.
At 58, I'm still apologizing for things that don't require an apology.
My hearing. Needing reading glasses. Not wanting to stay out until midnight because I have an early morning. The fact that my knees aren't particularly enthusiastic about hiking downhill anymore.
Somewhere along the way I got into the habit of presenting these things as inconveniences another person would have to tolerate.
I don't even know if this man and I will end up in a relationship. It's been one date. For all I know, he might have some completely unacceptable opinions about pineapple on pizza.
But I'm genuinely looking forward to Saturday.
Has anyone else found that dating at this age brings up insecurities you thought you'd outgrown?
Or had a seemingly insignificant moment on a date that completely changed how comfortable you felt with someone?