Since my post about the number of dates I've had I've thought of at least five more that I'd forgotten.
I can't believe I forgot Screenplay Speed Dating Guy or that I forgot Wine Guy who kissed me and then never called. At some point during a work day I was reminded of the date I had right before I went to Washington, D.C. last fall who was obsessed with Mexico. And then there was Fellow Southern Californian who wouldn't stop talking politics so I told him I had a stomachache (I really did but I played it up) and went home.
I'm thinking there are still one or two more I am forgetting. This puts me squarely in the thirties, I think.