Dating after 65
They’d long ago hung up their spurs and mutated into pensioners.
In fact, I couldn’t imagine them ever having had any sex, ever.
In my mid-fifties, however, I found myself single again, and remained so until well into my sixties. Anyway, I went out with some of them and found that dating when one’s older brings various challenges.
The first thing I discovered was the chronic shortage of available men. I can understand this – nice firm body, the rejuvenating prospect of starting over again, maybe more kids. In a long marriage you age together; in a weird way your spouse remains that young person you first knew, you hardly notice the wrinkles and the thickening waist. When I meet a man he mirrors back to me my own mortality. For instance, there was the tooth business, or the lack of them.
Besides, these women just looked so ancient – permed hair, beige cardis.All over Britain this is happening, in bars and art galleries, in coffee shops and restaurants.Those safe in a relationship have no idea how many of us there are out there. Many people I know have found someone – and good luck to them.I think we’re entering a new arena, with new rules.
In the old days you got married, had children and stuck with each other.
But once past that, and a couple of emails later, I’d find myself sitting in a Caffè Nero opposite someone with whom I felt a bond of gratitude – we were in it together.