Are any of you seeking connections and friendships with other older women? Then join our closed Facebook group, The Ethel Circle, today. We think you'll love it! Eleven years ago, after a year marriage, I entered a new chapter of life with a very different title. No longer a wife; I became a widow. I was 74 at the time and still playing tennis.
I had energy. I had spunk. On a trip to the Cayman Islands with my children and grandchildren, I too, swam with the dolphins.
But after a lengthy period of mourning for my beloved, I was itching for something more. A boyfriend perhaps or a really nice dinner date would do. But first I had to learn the rules of late-in-life dating. These days, going Dutch is also fine; especially if both are living on fixed incomes. I met a few prospects on senior Internet dating sites, some the widowers of deceased friends. One guy I dated was a classmate from high school with whom I met up after many decades.
If nothing else, they were an eclectic group of guys. First, there was Cheap Bob. He talked non-stop about himself. I had a tough time keeping awake! Then there was the guy I called Deaf Man because he never heard a word I said. And the most accurate label was for a man who thought he could drive at night. His vision was so impaired that he was a danger on the road. I labeled him Near Death, and I only went out with him once. Phil just turned Yup, we met on an Internet dating site.
It was a lucky gamble. Presently, we both live in our own homes. This is called LAT or living apart together. However, we do spend as much time as possible with each other. When my granddaughter Julia once asked if people our age have sex, I was at a loss as to what to say.
