I am 39. And have been for over a decade. Although I don’t have a shrine to Jack Benny, I’ve always admired his age philosophy: Don’t ask, don’t tell.
I’ve been single so long that flannel nightgowns occupy more space in my lingerie drawer than silky things from Victoria’s Secret. It’s come to that.
Someone recently told me my once allluring “Come hither look,” now looks like: “What do you want?” Alright, I will admit to having evolved to being little cynical. I prefer to label it urbane and sophisticated...and I definitely know what I like and what I want. I think.
I want a man who is has joie devivre. Not boring or self-possessed. I’ve had so many deadly dull dates with men who have been so enchanted with their own voices, so very ho-hum and egocentric…They seem to suffer from Nary a Query, which is to say they don’t ask one single question.
It’s all about them. I guess I make a good audience, because ‘Mr. Me- it’s all about me’ tend to always call back and ask me out.
That old Frank Sinatra song, “That’s life…
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I’ve been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
Kind of Sums up Single Life perfectly, right? At age 50+ most of us have been through many incarnations: single, married, parent, your parent’s caregiver, new career Path finder, explorer, and, what a shock, Suddenly Single Again.
So when you reach a plateau and there you a Party of One…with Reservations…
What’s a girl to do?
I say – put your big toe into the Internet Dating Pool. Be sure to stay out of the shallow end…and splash around, flirt, smile, – have fun and try smething new!