Lately, due to a broken foot and a smashed knee and lots of bruises that are now much better; I haven’t been able to drive a car. I actually don’t have a car anymore. I am not at liberty to talk about the reasons and wherefore at this time. Someday in the future, I will be able to explain. One of the most upsetting outcomes of this situation is that someone has to drive me if I want to go outside of my apartment. Therefore, I have been picked up and dropped off, by friends and most often by my very good-natured son, for the last three months. This has been my life, my real life, for the last few months.
Most of my life these days actually revolves around cyberspace. My business is mostly run with the help of my computer, emails, schedules, invoices, employee hours and payments are all handled and sent with the help of my computer. Emails are sent daily to my employees as well as to my clients. I text and only occasionally talk on the phone to a real live person. It is so odd how everything in our modern lives revolves around cyberspace.
One of the most unusual aspects of writing this post each week has been the fact that total strangers from cyberspace have decided to follow my blog. While I contemplate each week’s post I genuinely think of anyone who might be reading my blog as my friends… as if we are keeping our friendships up to date, so to speak.
There is one aspect of writing this blog that I can honestly say I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined happening to me, as a normal woman now, in her 60’s. It seems that there is a small group of men (yep, all in their 60’s or above) that have made me into a (dare I even whisper it?) sex object, to my amusement and amazement. Honestly, I am not laughing at anyone except myself. Even though, none of you have met me in person, I must admit that I am still very flattered. Seems as if I have been in a few men’s fantasies, some for a very short time and some have been picturing me in …. well, all sorts of outfits and positions for over a year now. Who knew? Golly, maybe I am a better writer than I ever imagined? I can’t tell you what this has done for my over 60-year-old self-esteem. Now when I walk into a party filled with strangers, I seem to hold my 5’2” ¼” self, a little taller and straighter than I did before writing a blog that has “sex” in the title. Isn’t life full of surprises? What if I could go back in time to talk to that 28-year-old girl who had her heart-broken way back in the late 1970’s and tell her that life doesn’t have to be over at 28 years old or even at 48 years old or 58 years old … no, kiddo, there is life in the old girl yet, even over 60 years old.
Now, this month I had another birthday and unfortunately, around the same time that I gained another year, I lost the affection of one, no, make that two, men over 60 who seemed to be potential long-term possible realities. Not just cyberspace, realities. This, alas, was not to be the case. I guess you can say that I was picked up and then dropped off, in cyberspace. Are we still friends? Yes, of course, we are friends. We are cyberspace friends. I am after all just a fantasy to them and not real woman after all. I felt a second or two of sadness. How sad can you be after being dumped by someone who has never met you or seen you in person??? Exactly, that is how I felt. As my still very, strong, easy-going, over 60, self, I stood up and dusted myself off and managed to be my usual cheerful self, even with my broken foot and smashed knee. You see there are still a few more men out there, in my now growing pool of seniors, who carry a very small but still burning torch for me. Do I expect this to last? No, I do not, however, did I ever imagine that I would write a blog for over a year with ‘sex” in the title? NO, I did not. Did I ever imagine anyone in the world would have had even one sexual fantasy about me after the age of 60!!! NO, I did not. Did I ever imagine that I would be lucky enough to get to know so many interesting, thoughtful, kind, and intelligent men and women who have let me in on their very intimate past and present sex lives? No, I did not! Really wonderful men and women have let me into their lives with the knowledge that I don’t judge them and that I respect their privacy. I am touched by their honesty.
I heard a very funny thing on the news today. A young 30’ish newsman was reporting about a massage parlor that was recently raided by the police. A famous man was among the clients in this massage parlor. The newsman reported that the two women who preformed the message on this famous person were both licensed message therapists, and he added with a new tone in his voice…. “besides”, he said, “both women were older women, one is in her 40’s and one is in her 50’s.” In other words, in this young man’s view, what man would ever pay for sex from an older woman in her 40’s or 50’s? LOL, I thought you would all get a kick out of that story. I smiled to myself and chuckled a bit before turning off the television.
We all are just trying to make each day a good day. We all long to make a difference and to be appreciated and hopefully cared for and loved. That is my wish for you, dear reader and that is my wish for myself.
Until Next Week…
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