Well, of course! I’m old enough to know better, but some chances are worth taking—and here I am. I’m not afraid to ask questions, nor upset that sometimes I have to. I embrace my strengths and don’t obsess over my weaknesses.
I’ll hold your hand in the museum, get absurdly “high” on the sounds of beautiful music, ponder and discuss the play we just saw, enjoy your family and play with your pets. Then, happily, lie in your arms, savoring the day, because you so readily returned the favor(s).
I won’t embarrass you too badly at the bridge table. A gourmet dinner for twenty? Not a problem, but I am reluctant to admit why one of my porch lights didn't work for months. Yes, my French and German seem to come back when needed, but I am horribly rusty.
I’d like to find a man who hasn’t lost his love of learning, his appreciation of beauty, who relishes interacting with a wide variety of people, and who is wise enough to accept that none of us have all the answers to anything.
If he happens to enjoy, as I do, living in a dot of blue in a sea of red, great. If he agrees that pet hair on clothes and furniture is not a disaster, even better. If he knows and accepts the “woulda’s, shoulda’s, coulda’s” as well as the “dids, and am doing’s” he is the kind of mature man that interests me.
There is only one deal breaker: No smokers or “trying to quit.” And, if you are more than 10 years younger than I, I wish you well in finding someone closer to your own age.
Drop me a line. Let’s chat!
*71st birthday card: "Getting older is like frying bacon in the nude. You know it's going to hurt, just not where!"