On Not Going Gently

I never expected to be alone at this life juncture.

Nope, not a widow and my last divorce was eons ago. The world just changed so much in the past 25 years and I'm stuck in another century.

Apparently.

You now have to make clear that you expect a guy to pay for a date. Yes, the tip, too (you're welcome for the slimy humor). For fuck's sake, it's ridiculous. Just pick up the tab without it being a conversation. 

The odd thing about dating at this stage of life is you realize you might have a decade together...two if you're really lucky. Chances are high that one or both of you will eventually face some kind of health crisis--how sexy is that? Not.

And there's really nothing holding you together besides actually wanting to be together. You'll have time to travel, but who can afford it these days? Everyone's kids are grown, thank god. The biggest issue is will your dogs get along? Deal breaker if they don't.

I'm trying a few ways of meeting men. So far, none are dazzling. I still think I'm the shiznizzle and any guy should be thrilled to have me by their side. Maybe it's vanity or maybe it's objective reality--only time will tell.

But tick tock, my biological clock is ticking--the one where you drop dead, I mean. Get to it, boys.