It's Raining Men. Hallelujah!
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June 05, 2016

Do it.

Do some sort of internet search on dating over 50 and see what you find. Most, if not all, is doom and gloom.

"Women over 50 are invisible"

"Men want younger, hipper, sculpted, prettier"

"You'll never find anyone"

The list goes on and on.  

Society, whoever those idiots are, would have us believe that any woman worth her (unattainable imaginary ideal) weight, has to be under the half-century mark in order to attract a man.

I'm here to tell you otherwise, sister.

The men are out there. You just have to be open to finding them. My personal, first-hand experience has led me to that positive conclusion.

Case in point: My date with the Tall Man.

For our first date, he took me out for Chinese and a comedy show.  It was a blast! I did everything wrong, according to conventional dating wisdom.  I told him about my recent divorce, why Husband #2 and I split, and my not-so-great part that I played in the demise of my relationship.  All the stuff that is supposed to scare a potential lover off, right?

WRONG.

He was just as real with me, talked about his ex-wife, the bad behavior that he participated in, the false idols that he worshipped in the name of keeping the family together. We got down to the nitty-gritty because we were old enough to know better not to play games and pretend we were something that we were not. 

Do you know what happened?  I got a second (and a third and a fourth) date with a really nice guy who confessed that he is super shy and who forced himself to go out on a limb to ask me out.  His new attitude: nothing ventured, nothing gained and what's the worst that could happen? 

Real life example #2: My hunky fishing instructor.

The guy that fished me out of the river before I fell in.  Yes, I could have shouted at him, "Don't rescue me! I'm an independent woman who can take care of herself and who doesn't need ANY man to complete her!" But by the time that sentence would have come out of my mouth, I would have been boobs deep in cold water with less pride and more mascara running down my cheeks.

Fact of the matter, I did need to be rescued and my ability to laugh about a potentially embarrassing and very human situation opened the door to some friendly, flirty dialog about "swimming with the fishes".

Playing it cool and aloof would not have put a dent in this guy's armor. 

Before you incorrectly put me in the category of super model, I'll tell you this.  I am average.  My hair isn't especially fantastic, I could lose 15lbs and a whole lot of jiggle, there are gray hairs having a family reunion on my head, and I have wrinkles around my eyes that just won't go away no matter how much Miracle Cream I smear on them.  But somehow these YOUNGER men (not by much, just enough for me to call it out with pride, so 4 years and 3 years) look at me with goo-goo eyes.

And I adore them both. For different reasons.

Just now, I'm keeping it all casual and both know I'm dating another.  They are free to date others as well.

Sometime soon, I'll narrow down the field to one of them and see where it takes us.

Later....

Not right now.

I'm having too much fun.

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