In my mid-fifties, however, I found myself single again, and remained so until well into my sixties. Anyway, I went out with some of them and found that dating when one’s older brings various challenges.
The first thing I discovered was the chronic shortage of available men. I can understand this – nice firm body, the rejuvenating prospect of starting over again, maybe more kids. In a long marriage you age together; in a weird way your spouse remains that young person you first knew, you hardly notice the wrinkles and the thickening waist. When I meet a man he mirrors back to me my own mortality. For instance, there was the tooth business, or the lack of them.
They’d long ago hung up their spurs and mutated into pensioners.
In fact, I couldn’t imagine them ever having had any sex, ever.
In the '60s as a late teen and in my early 20s I met most of those I dated at dances, I went on Friday and Saturday night around a country dance circuit.
Now if I meet men it is mainly as part of a couple and not as singles.
I’m in my 60s and have found mortality weighs more heavily in this decade.
When I read the obituary of someone who died in his or her 70s, I find myself silently asking, “Isn’t that unusually young to die?
Recently I’ve had a couple of lunch dates with a new man, which is a long way from having a relationship, but it did bring the question to the forefront of my mind.
I grew up with a rather repressed attitude toward sex.
In college I educated myself, got birth control, learned about STDs and proceeded to break all the rules of my religious upbringing – and enjoyed it.
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We're friends, not doctors, financial or legal professionals, and we're not "grief experts." But we are here, and we've been "there." I am not a kid anymore I am 66. I am not sure that I want to date yet but am thinking maybe in the next year or so.