Never pictured my life as it is now, a semi-single, senior living with my older son, texting my “wasband” (husband that was) who lives mostly in Italy at the moment, and texting my manfriend who lives on the other side of the USA on the same Tuesday in June. I have been separated from my husband for several years. We are still married mostly because I don’t want to take the time or pay for a divorce. I believe he feels the same. Occasionally he moves back in with me wherever I am living due to unusual circumstances, such as, when the owner’s sold the house he was renting, or to save on expenses, or when an occasional pandemic hit town when visiting our sons, to name a few of the reasons from the last 17 years. He is always camped out in either an extra room or lately when visiting my apartment, he is stationed in the living room on my chaise lounge at night. When he is working during the day, he sets himself in front of my window on a dining chair in the dining room gazing at his very large computer screen while talking on the phone to clients in his native French or German languages. Speaking a very garbled French myself, I can usually make out his business issues sitting in my bedroom in front of my computer with my door shut. There is a thin wall separating us.
I never pictured my life like this. I write a blog about life after 60 when the mood hits me. Sometimes I even mention sex in my blog. I have been propositioned for sex in person and online since turning sixty, probably about 20 times by younger and older men and one woman. Two other women flirted with me which really surprised me and as Jerry Seinfeld once repeated on his TV show Seinfeld, “Not that there is anything wrong with that.”, but I’m just not gay. I was flattered anyway. After sixty I am flattered if anyone smiles at me or says hello. I’m happy not to be ignored.
Never pictured this …. Three men have asked me to move in with them in the last five years and all three took back their invitation. Was I considering the move? I’m not sure? I was thinking about possibly moving in with the last person who mentioned it over and over for the last two years but while I was pondering the idea my man friend changed his mind. Did any of these propositions surprise me? Hell, yes! Could you imagine any of these things happening to one of your grandmothers? So, when these three men either backed out of the invitation or disappeared, was I upset? Well, maybe for a day, however, my whole present life and recent past are strangely amusing.
My 70th birthday was last March. It is a very difficult birthday to reach when you realize how many people weren’t given the opportunity to hit that mark. There are some new slight aches and pains but it is good to ignore them and they often disappear very much like the men who asked me to move in with them
Looking to the future is slightly scary. Therefore, don’t look into the future. One thing is for sure. It probably won’t be how you picture it.
Until Next Time…