Women My Age

It may be a surprise to learn that women “my age” (over 50) are probably the most under dating group in California, America…maybe the world. To be honest, there was a time when I did not even know anyone who I could ask out for even a cup of coffee. God forbid that I would win a trip for two to one of those tropical islands.

Seriously, like many of my female associates I began to see myself wasting away waiting. The truth is that when you get to a certain point even those old “piece of men” aren’t even around. They have either gone back home to their wives, who too were wasting away waiting for them to come home, or they are in bad health or broke. Which leads you to take on another sad role, that of driving or paying (my next topic).

Clearly, after being divorced for over twenty years, I was beginning to doubt that a man that I would love was going to just walk up to me. Well in any event, it had not happen thus far. Anyway, I believe in the saying that “where there is life, there is hope.” I decided to stop wishing, hoping, praying, and waiting. I was going to find me a man.

My plan was to tell everyone I knew that I was “looking.” I was on a mission. I took every opportunity, girlfriends, men friends, even my hair stylist. After all, from what I had heard over the years, eligible men are out there they just don’t approach women because they assume they are already taken. Surely, one of my contacts knew a nice guy to introduce me to, maybe a single cousin or divorced brother. And the thought of a lonely widowed uncle was too much to hope for.

But my plan was flawed. The only people I know fall into one of three categories single women, unhappy married women, or married men. Needless to say I received no referrals to my notices of availability. What was I thinking? My friends and associates proved to be comfortable with me just as I am…

Next, my search leads me to Salsa lessons.