“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”
― Jules Renard
It appears that the longer one is single the easier which, in turn, makes the finding of a soul-mate a more daunting experience.
A couple of years ago, I would have needed binoculars to see me being 70 years old. At this moment all I need to do is give my glasses a bit of a clean and there it is staring at me with its wrinkles and grey hair.
Talking with girlfriends the other day, (both who are nearly 20 years my junior!), I had to get the calculator to figure out when the last time was that I was intimate with a lover.
Screams of “never!” — “you’re joking!” — even I exclaimed, “that can’t be right!” But it was. I’m not going to tell you; you had to be there. However, I will say that at least a decade has easily slipped by.
So at nearing 70, and having been on my own for, ahem, a few years, do I even want a lover? You bet I do!
Why? Why not? I’m extremely healthy, I’m fit, and I’m gorgeous!!! Well, fun and adventurous definitely.
And this is where it all comes a bit unstuck. I’m also a little picky. There is no ‘need’ for me to have a partner; in fact, I genuinely don’t want a live-in chap. I’m looking more for a weekender. A couple of days here and a couple of days there would suit me perfectly.
I also want someone who is my age. This may seem a bit odd to you, but I was married to the older man and had a lengthy relationship with a younger one. Having experienced both ends of the spectrum, someone my age would be very refreshing. Being born on the cusp of two generations has its own quirkiness as does being a teenager in the 60s so to be able to share those memories would undoubtedly be a plus.
The other seemingly turn-off to men is that I’m vegan. And before you say it, no, I’m not a preachy one. But I have been vegan for a very long time, and any new gentleman would have to be at least open to the possibility of ditching the animals on his plate.
Am I asking too much? Well, it appears that I am according to the dating sites I’ve been on and the lack of ‘interest’ I get.
The dating site! That’s another minefield and story all on its own, so watch out for that one.
Good lord, whatever happened to meeting someone through social events?
Statistics say there are more women than men in my age range and this is plainly obvious when I do trot out to entertaining occasions. The chaps who are there are already happily in relationships. Those who are single are either boring or extraordinarily needy and wanting someone to look after them.
Yes, I would love to be in love and be loved. A bit of romance in my life right about now would be super fun and would inject that bit of joie de vivre and give my life some adventure.
Perhaps I’ll meet Mr Right before I’m 70, I’d like to think I will. I’ll keep you posted.