Take an ex of mine, I had the displeasure of running into him at a benefit. Now hanging with plastic surgeons, to help lure in the ladies, I over hear, “oh, she looks like your type” as myself and my ex both turn around, I realize the pal was referring to me. I can’t run or hide, I am trapped, I have to talk, and pretend to laugh at how spot on, the friend and tipster was. I was plotting  my escape, whilst being subjected to his monologue of how he won’t date women over 25, and the must be really skinny with blonde hair, blah, blah, blah.

The plot thickens…I enquire if his Father is still alive ? …He goes on to tell me that his Father, one awful mean and crusty old dude, just became a Dad again, wait for it, at 78. The lucky lady ?, an employee…..

Dirtiest part ? he is still married to his third wife, and she knows nothing. OOOPPSS, hope I did not let the Chihuahua out of the bag. Seems this cat has a long history of being a PLAYA, still keeping the game going in to his 70′s. If you saw this old shriveled up weaselly old Grandpa, you would never guess.

I managed to escape Mr Dirty Old Man in Training, and grabbed my girls and fled.

Not the first or last Prince Charming that once kissed turned into a big green frog.

NEXT.