My answers to the “Two Truths, One Lie” game! Good try all, and cute comments, but only one person nailed it, complete with nuance: sandra stephens.

Between marriages I dated for about 15 years. And since my husband died I’ve dated for another five years, sporadically. And when you live in cities such as NYC and Miami, you’re bound to meet a variety of people.

#1. True, I dated a porn king. One date.

It was the 1990s and I met him in the personals section of New York magazine. Before computer dating this was a place of choice to meet people, and many fine single folks used this service. Ads were expensive, so users were usually serious about it.

PK didn’t say what he did, but he wrote an exceptionally witty ad, and said he was looking for a “Gloria Steinem type.” I wrote him a letter and had a cute photo (sans hand, 15 years younger) and he contacted me.

He sounded intelligent. I have to say that when I found out who he was, the devilish side of me came out. What would he be like?

PK  got a table at a hard-to-book restaurant called Balthazar. We were ushered to the best table in the house and immediately presented with their famous sea food tray – a three-tiered platter brimming with crustaceans. (The meal was comped, of course.)

PK was not the least impressed or ashamed about what he did for a living. He said he was lucky, he never exploited children or animals and if he didn’t do what he did someone else would. He was divorced from a lawyer, his daughter attended  an Ivy school, and he seemed respectful and polite. He said he had enough of bimbos, and was looking for something else.

All through the meal people recognized him, and many men came over to thank him. When we walked to the off-Broadway play we were seeing (F..king and Shopping, yes, named just like that), men yelled out their approval or came by to shake his hand. Everyone was good-natured and appreciative.

The play was ok, and we said goodbyes with a tiny kiss. Next day, a call from his secretary. Would I like to fly to PK's house in LA? He wouldn’t be there for a week, but I’m welcome to go ahead of him. I laughed. Now that would be a unique second date. Then he got on the line, and asked me himself. I passed. My whole deal was to experience one date, but my sons have enjoyed telling my story for years.

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#2. True, I dated the president of Coca Cola (he wasn’t doing that during the time I was with him; he had a more public position). I saw him for about six months. I prefer not to go into details except to say he is a kind and brilliant man. We both married again within a year of ending our relationship.

iPhone photo of a photo from around that time, somewhere in the world; note what I'm drinking, through the fuzz

#3.  Not quite true that I dated a murderer. But not quite false either. One date, and with the alleged craigslist murderer in the news, this is especially relevant.

I met this man through a popular, well-regarded internet site where you have to pay to play. He was a retired dermatologist. We talked and made a date for lunch at a restaurant near my home.

I walked there to meet him and we had a long lunch with stilted conversation. I decided he was a bore, and walked back to my condo rather than drive back in the car with him.

A couple of days later I was at my friend’s place. She heard that I had joined the dating site and opened it up on her computer.  “You have to be careful. There’s a man on the site who put a hit on his wife. The hitman didn’t follow through because he didn’t get all the money he was promised.”

And she scrolled to the picture of  the man I had  lunched with, and pointed to him. And then I realized why he wasn’t practicing medicine anymore. And why he was divorced!

He never called again. I guess I wasn't his type.