I felt like I was dating forever. I got married at 49 (late according to conventional wisdom). What does this even mean, according to conventional wisdom? It sounds like advice from the founding fathers and if we continue that conversation we will have to segue into politics, a women’s right to choose, healthcare access, etc.? Not now. Another post for another day.
Anyway, I thought I got to the point where I could tell if there was a connection within the first few minutes. I had compatibility radar but it didn’t always serve me well. Plus going through perimenopause during my mid to late forties probably clouded my judgment I bit. I had been successful in business and was enjoying life as single gal in NYC (almost like Sex in the City, but not as much night life. I was travelling so much for work sometimes I just wanted to watch it rather than live it).
Dating is not impossible later on in life. Your priorities shift and you know more about yourself than you did in your 20’s. Your needs maybe different from what society says they should be, but who cares.
I got terrific dating advice from my old therapist (a brilliant and loving women Barbara Wilson who lost her brave and long battle with ovarian cancer many years ago). She said before I went on my first date with with my now husband Mark, DO NOT pay attention to his shirt or his shoes! Women, you know what this means. I took her advice and we have been together ever since. By the way, on our first date he was wearing sneakers and a polo shirt.
It doesn’t matter what it looks like on the outside, what matter is what is in the soul and spirit of the person.
Women you are not done yet. Date, mingle, play outside. Remember life continues with just a smile and a loving intention.
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