I’ve mentioned that I’ve joined dating sites. Two senior, two “normal”. Last week I talked about a woman I’d met on-line. She e-mailed me when I was done posting. It was a heartfelt message full of love. She was in Colorado on antiques business. She also worked in travel and hospitality. she was coming home. She had a request, “What was the airport in Connecticut?”. This was the last of a series of red flags I noticed and ignored. Now I was paying attention. Connecticut has only one main airport. She was supposed to live in New York and worked in travel. I printed our correspondence and read it, high-lighting it for inconsistencies. I was a jackass. Every message was a combination of someone…