Is There Sex After 60? (Navigating Single Life After 60)

Okay, if I were 28 or even 29, I would have options. Frankly, I could have married a wealthy man. Yes, a few wanted to, or I could have been a wealthy mistress. All of that was offered to me at one time. No, I didn’t accept. I did marry my wasband because he was cute, French, a racecar driver, and I loved him. Now I am facing a new challenge. I need to go back to work full-time. It’s a long story. I considered begging for some wealthy or semi-wealthy man to marry me or have me on the side, but really??? I’m over 70, and yes, I’m rather clever and can be amusing and well-read, but I’m no longer what I was at 28.

My problem is this… I need to return to work to help pay for my old age. (Notice I haven’t mentioned that my old age has already happened.) How will I ever be able to accomplish this task at my age? If anyone is looking for an amusing employee, wife, or mistress, let me know. I’ll keep you updated. Meanwhile, I had better start working out. Wealthy suitors, up to the age of 100, or those who are frankly near death, may apply. If you have any suggestions about jobs for a woman over 70, please don’t hesitate to let me know. 😊 I also need to move, and I am looking for a 2-bedroom/2-bathroom apartment with a balcony, if possible, that allows two cats. Any ideas for a nice, semi-safe, and possibly affordable spot in or around Denver? Also, let me know.

Until next time…

Lately, I have been going over my past in my mind.  I believe it has to do with my present age.  My eyesight is pretty good, and I can still hear a pin drop or my cat coughing up a fur ball in the next room.   I can walk and talk and read and remember.  This might not always be the case, and sometime in the future, my life will end.  Therefore, I am questioning my life and my past.  What is my purpose in life?  Have I lived my life without a purpose or a passion?  Have I done any good at all with what could be called my God-given talents?  Do I possess any God-given talent? 

As a child, I wanted to be Miss America.  While wearing a crown, I pretended to walk down a stage with a sash across my chest.  After that, I wanted to be a ballet dancer, primarily because of the costumes they wore.  In my early teens, I wanted to be Paul McCartney’s wife.  Then, in my 20s, I wanted to be a Broadway star.  I got a part in a play in London, The Taming of the Shrew.  I stood backstage watching the play and was so engrossed that I forgot to enter on my cue, thus ending my stage career. 

 I returned to college after graduating in Europe with a BA in World History and English Lit; I got my second degree in Communications.  I was one of two students chosen for an internship at CBS.  It was a chance of a lifetime.  We did not just get coffee for the hosts; we got to produce one to three weekly segments for the program.  I felt like I died and gone to heaven.  I would look at the clock in the morning and then look at it again, and it was 6 PM.  Time flew by.  I worked with funny, brilliant, kind, thoughtful, and hard-working people.  It was one of the happiest times of my life.  I found my place and fit in perfectly in this position.  I instinctively knew what to do and was praised for my work. The hosts complimented me on my work.  As interns, we had to think up our segments, contact the guests, do the research, write the intros and exits, and write the questions for the host.  Then, we shared our research and slant on the segment with the different hosts.  When our head producer went on vacation, I was chosen to produce the whole show.  I was happy, and I felt that I mattered.

Not long after the internship ended and I graduated with my second degree in Communication, I met my future French husband. We married and moved to France. I worked in his perfume and cosmetics company, designing perfumes, bottles, boxes, and ads and writing all the advertising and marketing booklets. This position added to my creative strengths.  Creating something beautiful from nothing was quite exhilarating. 

Sometime later, I became pregnant with my son, and we moved back to the USA to my hometown, Chicago.  My husband changed his job plans for our future. I concentrated on raising my son.  We moved to Colorado, where my second son was born.  I loved being a mom and raising my two boys. 

Our marriage hit several rough spots. I was separated, a single mom with two boys, two cats, and a dog.  Three weeks after the separation, I found a full-time job, making my life difficult and hectic, to say the least.  I worked for a property management company for four years.  When the higher-ups refused to add any of my suggestions to improve the company, I quit and started my own Property Management Company.  My previous company closed its doors within a month of my departure, proving me right. 

It was a one-woman show. As the proprietor of my new company, I was in charge of everything from advertising to hiring, firing, and scheduling. I was also the finance director and customer service manager.  I handled the billing and wrote and sent the checks to my employees. My oldest son did my taxes every year. 

At 70 years old, having moved to another city, it became too challenging to manage my business remotely. I paid my bills and my employees and told my clients I was leaving and retiring. 

I have been retired for about two years and write this blog for my own amusement, leading me back to where I started.  Did any of this matter at all?  Did anything I did in the past help anyone or anything?  Did I use my talents to do anything of value to anyone’s life or the world?  I really do not know.  Maybe just little things, and maybe that is all anyone can do, but try your best and keep your family and friends happy.   Maybe it is just remembering people on their birthday and sending flowers when they are ill or just trying to keep all those balls in the air while putting food on the table.  Hold a door open when someone is behind you; make someone laugh.  Maybe it is just all the little things that matter.  There will not be a documentary about me; a movie about my life isn’t in the works.  No one is writing a book about me.  Maybe that doesn’t matter at all.  Maybe it’s all of the little things that add up over our lifetime that make us worthwhile or not.  At least, I hope so. Until Next Time …

Is there a way to seem younger when you aren’t young any longer?  Well, is there a way?  I know, staying slim but not too slim, this seems to work. If you are too slim you start to look too skinny and yes, you look older. So, maybe try to stay just a tiny bit overweight.  Staying slightly overweight, is good for two reasons; 1, If some illness unfortunately happens, then you have some weight to fall back on 2, if you are too slim your face starts to sink in, and you look older.  My advice, when one is over 60, try to stay a tiny bit overweight. 

 Now, I am not against plastic surgery and Botox but even that comes with a price.  Too much makes you look like a plastic doll or if you are much older, one can look a tiny bit, like a witch.  Some surgery and Botox might be worthwhile, but more, might be too much.  I haven’t had either so far, not because I am against it, but I don’t like pain, I don’t want to spend the money, and what if I end up looking worse?  I want a guarantee that I will not look worse.  My doctor is not willing to bet and put money where her mouth is, and I have asked her to give me the odds.  She won’t.

Where does this leave me?  I do color my hair so that I try to give myself the idea that I am a natural-born blond.  I was at birth, but that has changed since birth.  I stay out of the sun.  I have stayed out of the sun so long that my doctor was alarmed when my blood test showed a lack of vitamin D.  I now take one vitamin D pill a day.   Is it worth it not to have wrinkles from the sun?  Who knows? 

It is hard to compete with movie stars and the very many good-looking female reporters on the news however, I am doing my best.  Okay, they are many years younger than I am, so who knows what they will look like at my age? 

This is my latest plan.  Do some moderate exercise five days a week.  Cut out most sweets, and drink less wine, (sadly because it gives me something to look forward to each day) and to watch my carb intake closely. 

Will I be able to keep this up?  If you are smart don’t take any bets but I will try.  Why?  I don’t know?  Will some rich, tall, handsome, multi-millionaire fall madly in love with an interesting, but mature, hopefully humorous older woman, who lives with one son, two cats, and her wasband arrives from Europe about once a month for a week or so?  I doubt it, but maybe it will be nice to look in the mirror and know that I have done my best just to look my best for anyone that might be checking out the sale on shrimp at the grocery store.

Until next time…

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It was inevitable, wasn’t it?  If one keeps living one must keep asking questions. Perhaps sex is the biggest question of all.  Is there such a thing as sex after 70? 

 I imagine for most men it is still a possibility.  There are so few men out there in our world of more women than men.  Add a house and a nice car and a generous guy, married or single and chances are if you are interested in sex, it won’t be too hard to find.  There are women, young, middle-aged, and old, still out there and looking for a partner.   If you are a man and successful and rich, well, let’s face it; you have to beat the women off with sticks.  If you are in decent condition and nice looking, I imagine you have yourself a virtual cornucopia of young, beautiful models and actresses at your beck and call. Lucky you. 

Now let’s talk about women.  If you are 70 or above, the pickings are slim to nonexistent, to say the least.  First, there are fewer men, there are gay men who can be wonderful friends.  In my life, I have been very lucky to have three of my dearest best friends who happen to be gay,  however, this takes sex out of the picture.  Next, you have men, happily married men.  These men sometimes act like they are happily married and consider themselves happily married but occasionally they have been known to stray from their happily married home. When they do stray, they usually aren’t running after women in their 70s.  I know it happens, but not often.

So, what would be one’s options as a woman over 70? There is only a trickle of men from which to choose.  There are your confirmed bachelors.  The problem with confirmed bachelors is just that …. they are confirmed, which means they like their life just how it is.  If you enter it, you are disturbing the peace.  A woman might change things.  Confirmed bachelors do not like change.  They like a place for everything and everything in its place, period.  Sometimes they aren’t married or living with someone because they watch every penny.  If a woman enters the picture, they might have to pay for her.

 As for widowers, there are some widowers who were so in love with the wife they lost that you might not ever measure up to her.  I totally understand.  I admire a love like that.  If the widower is looking for a partner, he might want a younger version of his wife.  I guess it could be me but the widower would have to be 90 for me to be a younger version. 

Last but certainly not least we have the divorced man.  This too can be a challenge.  Why did they get divorced?   Maybe you should hear both sides of the story.  Who left whom and why?  Was he a womanizer, was alcohol involved, drugs, gambling?   Things you ought to know before falling in love. Then there is the complication of children and grandchildren.  Would they resent you?  Likely, the divorced man would also be looking for a younger woman so you probably don’t have to worry about any of these issues.   

This leads me back to my original question. There probably isn’t much sexual excitement going on in a woman’s life when turning 70.   So, I am now sadly considering getting myself that inevitable rocking chair and knitting myself a shawl, however, if you hear of any good gossip about a woman, we might know who might be having an affair or better yet finding the love of her life after hitting 70, PLEASE let me know.   That would really cheer me up. 

Until Next Time…