Dating at 50 or Back in the Saddle, again.
When you re-enter the Dating Jungle – the lush, tropical, sultry, sexy jungle of dating – after an acrid, dry, desert of a dead marriage, you learn a lot. Fast.
Has it been…20 years since your last date?
Here are few secrets: The clever little games you used to play, so well, in Dating World circa 20 years ago –no longer apply. They are out of style and defunct. Waiting for the phone to ring is so 2001.
Get ready to make the first move, call a man, and to flirt via text. (Note: Skip the sexting – booty calls and sleepovers.)
Get ready for women who date a younger man to be called “Cougars” – and older men who date girls decades younger to be called “Lucky.”
Relationships in 2018 are faster and more frenetic than you could ever imagine the last time you were single. Actually, dating these days is more like riding the electronic bucking bull that we all saw in the old John Travolta movie.
You may think, “Even though I am totally out of practice, I will keep my wits about me, I will remained dignified and in control…” and really, at first, Binkie, you will be holding on for dear life.
So you start dating, and you finally connect with a Potential Mr. Right and things progress.
Just like riding a bucking bronco, not only does the pace pick up, but it becomes more difficult to hang on as time goes on… and you both discover dirty little secrets about one another. He rattles the coins in his pockets as he walks through the DeYoung. Safeway. Church. He doesn’t tip. He doesn’t really like anything green – ‘fried everything’ is his menu mantra.
Some of those once ‘endearing’ qualities– he who was so fascinating on every level- now wear a little thin. But you hang in and you hang on. Eventually, you find out he’s thinking about dating two other women. At once. Hold on!
The Epitome: When something causes you to lose your footing and you crash – perhaps he reveals his disdain for sex and you almost fall off the floor. Yes, he’s decided sex hurts his back and his lumbago.
What’s a girl to do? You climb down off the so-called bucking bronco, walk over to him, extend your hand, give him his walking papers and wish him well in his Winnebago and his lumbago.
Your new mantra: