I gave up long ago. I figure if I’m meant to meet someone it will be someone that shares my pleasures. Like on a trail with the dog, running on the seawall, in the coffee shop with a good book, etc.
It’s too easy to hide behind a screen as I found out to my detriment.
Good luck to you! Your special one just doesn’t know it yet.
So sorry, Gary... It's rough out there in our 60s, but stay true and she will show up when you least expect. My Scotsman and I are celebrating 4 years soon. I waited nearly ten years to meet my Scotsman at age 60 (he's 47 days older than me!), and I had to get deported back to Merica just before the CoV19 to meet him through a neighbour who saw the Uber drop me and my bags off at my desert home, and she invited me to come to dinner with her and her friend. I really didn't feel like it, but I accepted as I was jet-lagged, and I meet him--funny AF, we had chemistry. I've never been much for dating--I never benefitted from marriage--had to pay #2 alimony and he was the liar and cheater, so getting married Statist-style again--hard pass, and I'm a hermit, anyway. But my women friends were deeply concerned about my well-being and urged me to at least try the dating scene via app. In 2017, just before I went on my book tour, I made an attempt to try the free versions of 3 dating apps--over the course of two weeks, one date showed up woke AF in drag!! Imagine if you will, a 6'2" very handsome latino man (dating profile foto was amazing) showing up as a "woman" in a Jackie Brown afro, size 17 Zanotti 6-inch heels, and a form fitting dress, full face makeup, red lips, false eye lashes... I was stunned, why the f?? And he accused me of being trans-phobic, even though he listed he was straight. Ok... next... the second date was also very handsome, successful, age appropriate (not 10-15 years younger like my previous 3 boyfriends since the 1990s)--he downed two cocktails, talked about himself (loudly) for 45 minutes--the tables behind him were mouthing to me advice to get the fuck away from him--lols!! He then finally stopped talking about himself and asked me, what about you?? I barely got 5 words out of my mouth, and he interrupted me to tell me straight up that he'd been fantasising the whole time about what I looked like having an orgasm... GODS! Next...Date number 3, dumped his whole lifestory the entire hour over drinks, and managed to leave his wallet behind--I paid. Date number 4 was a coffee date--ex-military, a former helicopter pilot who bragged that he piloted former Philippine El Presidente--Ferdinand Marcos and his wife Imelda out of their palace, just as major shit was hitting the proverbial fan--he whipped out his smart phone and a stream of picture galleria proofs followed (with musical soundtrack!), along with getting way too handsy, upon which I slapped him--not hard, but, alas, my move only made him more aggressive and forward. Sigh. I concluded: The buck stops with me, and I deleted all 3 apps, put my head down, and proceeded to work and travel to over 21 countries over the next 27 months. The End.
I had a birthday message today suggesting that after 15 years I might stumble across a lady of mutuality. Alas I believe the older that lass is the more trouble she'll bring to the party. I went through the usual dead cat bounce after splitting up with my ex of 25 years, the Norwich Nympho and the Melon Smuggler were nowt but trouble.
The third one sounds scary :)
I gave up long ago. I figure if I’m meant to meet someone it will be someone that shares my pleasures. Like on a trail with the dog, running on the seawall, in the coffee shop with a good book, etc.
It’s too easy to hide behind a screen as I found out to my detriment.
Good luck to you! Your special one just doesn’t know it yet.
So sorry, Gary... It's rough out there in our 60s, but stay true and she will show up when you least expect. My Scotsman and I are celebrating 4 years soon. I waited nearly ten years to meet my Scotsman at age 60 (he's 47 days older than me!), and I had to get deported back to Merica just before the CoV19 to meet him through a neighbour who saw the Uber drop me and my bags off at my desert home, and she invited me to come to dinner with her and her friend. I really didn't feel like it, but I accepted as I was jet-lagged, and I meet him--funny AF, we had chemistry. I've never been much for dating--I never benefitted from marriage--had to pay #2 alimony and he was the liar and cheater, so getting married Statist-style again--hard pass, and I'm a hermit, anyway. But my women friends were deeply concerned about my well-being and urged me to at least try the dating scene via app. In 2017, just before I went on my book tour, I made an attempt to try the free versions of 3 dating apps--over the course of two weeks, one date showed up woke AF in drag!! Imagine if you will, a 6'2" very handsome latino man (dating profile foto was amazing) showing up as a "woman" in a Jackie Brown afro, size 17 Zanotti 6-inch heels, and a form fitting dress, full face makeup, red lips, false eye lashes... I was stunned, why the f?? And he accused me of being trans-phobic, even though he listed he was straight. Ok... next... the second date was also very handsome, successful, age appropriate (not 10-15 years younger like my previous 3 boyfriends since the 1990s)--he downed two cocktails, talked about himself (loudly) for 45 minutes--the tables behind him were mouthing to me advice to get the fuck away from him--lols!! He then finally stopped talking about himself and asked me, what about you?? I barely got 5 words out of my mouth, and he interrupted me to tell me straight up that he'd been fantasising the whole time about what I looked like having an orgasm... GODS! Next...Date number 3, dumped his whole lifestory the entire hour over drinks, and managed to leave his wallet behind--I paid. Date number 4 was a coffee date--ex-military, a former helicopter pilot who bragged that he piloted former Philippine El Presidente--Ferdinand Marcos and his wife Imelda out of their palace, just as major shit was hitting the proverbial fan--he whipped out his smart phone and a stream of picture galleria proofs followed (with musical soundtrack!), along with getting way too handsy, upon which I slapped him--not hard, but, alas, my move only made him more aggressive and forward. Sigh. I concluded: The buck stops with me, and I deleted all 3 apps, put my head down, and proceeded to work and travel to over 21 countries over the next 27 months. The End.
I had a birthday message today suggesting that after 15 years I might stumble across a lady of mutuality. Alas I believe the older that lass is the more trouble she'll bring to the party. I went through the usual dead cat bounce after splitting up with my ex of 25 years, the Norwich Nympho and the Melon Smuggler were nowt but trouble.