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Dating over 60

After becoming a widow in my fifties, it took me a few years to determine I wasn’t dead. Stepping over the edge of an emotional cliff, I was urged by a friend to go “on a date”.

The gentleman who did the asking turned out to be a dreamboat. He was never the problem – I was. It was the weirdest experience- an out of body surreal head trip. The last date I had been on was in 1991. I didn’t even have a pager let alone a cell phone back then! There was inadequate dating resources. Friends, websites, documents, white papers, know- it -alls or words in the wind to travel on this new adventure appeared to be scarce. When I would locate an article for dating over the age of 60, it was as if a millennial was using an addlepated aunt as their focus for hooking up with a geezer for a quick sit in the nursing home garden. It was horrifying.

My friends were married – now I understand what the “black widow syndrone” is – which I’ll save that opinion for another post. Hitched people were unable to relate. When I’d ask for advice, they tried but it was out of their recent (like 40 years) area of expertise. They also couldn’t comprehend the present and previous grief that would have to transcend into a new life stage. When your hopes and dreams dissolve into dust instantaneously, you have to reinvent yourself. It isn’t a quick process or available for 2nd day Amazon Prime delivery.

So, I yanked up my big girl gutchies, pulled my shoulders back and dove head first into the deep end of the over 60 dating pool. The fears of being too old, wrinkled, opinionated and nervous were flying around me like a cloud of hungry bees. Being tenacious with the focus used in previous occupations to accomplish a project goal, I pushed forward.

Experience has taught me most people are kind and respectful. It is with extensive research, dates, occasions, interviews and encounters the following posts have influential basis. This is not everyone’s experience or guide. My personal advice is use your common sense and intuition. Stay safe and protective of who you are.

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Blame whoever you want

Blame whoever you want.

     He who calls the shot –

Should own the repercussions

What happened to being accountable?

What happened to telling the truth?

What happened to a sense of dignity?

If any of us pulled any of these antics in our work places, board rooms, social forums– we’d be terminated. Wallow in it – you become “it”.

 

 

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No one is listening

No one is listening
our kids are being murdered in their classrooms
         witnessed by the innocent and precious.
politicians are lining their pockets-
    they're chunking the change for porn stars
               and mistresses while
          parents are ordering tiny coffins.

  feeding the masses rhetoric
          with those huge spoons            
                    they're buying it 
                                wearing it
          digesting, sleeping with it.
parents with faces in their phones
         do they even know who their kids are?
      pack a pistol into the lunchkit
        tucked between the cut up apple
                and the snickers bar
          they can't find their kids
               let alone their shotguns and handguns.
  When you try to request gun control
      the rednecks start screaming about the second amendment
        into the take-out speaker
               if they listen
                 oh my god - it might be something they agree with
             "give me a side of ammo and sample of compassion"
so they shout louder and louder and louder
       kiss you sweetly on the lips, good-bye...
            and walk quietly 
             out the door
     cloaked in an AR-15  
             because they need protection -
                   against
                       who?





On May 18, 2018, 8 of my neighbor's children
were gunned down with 2 of their teachers
 at Santa Fe High School, Santa Fe, Texas.
 Please register to VOTE. 
Change is necessary to stop the mass murder
of our most precious and innocent.

No child should be worried about being killed 
            in their schools.


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          May not be re-printed without permission.

you are

You are:

an acolyte torch striking fire and brimstone

a modern day Arrian.

a mystery of many dimensions…..

a kaleidoscope with ever changing brilliant views

validating infinity and who god or “od” is.

shocking honesty and quick to correct!

sharing differences with the same timelines –

tip toeing around the gardenias

so they can hear the Max Richter’s Vivaldi

“I think it’s strange you never knew”

plays in my head because you put it there

HAIR

a man without a current face

but one in my head

loyal – true

a smokestack over the monongahela

high at the top of the steps

intense descriptions to hold close

to save & scatter upward for superior suspension

quick wit

I “get” you

always an astonishment

which may be wrapped in crinkled newspaper

but oh what wonders

 

the neighbor

the neighbor is
a fraud
stealing service benefits
a lawyer no
married to an adolescent
    cheerleader stance
    still thinks she’s cute
a yard full of paper plate flowers
   and dollar store treasures
   cries for her meemaw
vaporized by that passing train

First they came

“First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak out for me.”

by Martin Niemöller