One day, when I owned Tutor and Spunky’s, my Dana Point deli, I noticed a man and a woman seated in the dining room but thought little of it, other than I noticed that the man was eating an entire quart of chili on his own.
Ten minutes later, the woman poked her head into my office. She said, "I'm Angie. I know you write that dating column and wanted to ask you a question." The man she'd been with had already left the deli and was waiting for her in his large white pickup truck in the parking lot.
Angie said, "That man I was having lunch with is 22-years-older than I (she looked to be about 50). Out of kindness, he likes to give me money, which I appreciate. He expects nothing in return. He knows times are a little tough for me these days.