Last month I had a birthday …. AGAIN. They make a habit of coming around every year and they seem to come around faster and faster. Has anyone else noticed that fact? This one was my 69th. (Do you count the day you were born as a birth day?)
Nothing, I will say this again for emphasis, NOTHING, is how I expected my life to look like at 69 years old. First, I’m still alive. Second, I don’t have a rocking chair. Third, I’m not a grandmother. Fourth, I don’t really care that I’m not a grandmother. Fifth, I am still married. (who would have thought that, not me?) Sixth, I write a blog with sex in the title! And to top everything off I can’t remember if I ever did “the thing” that everyone my age whispered about doing, when mentioning the number 69 as a teen. I know that is very embarrassing to mention at this grand old age but I don’t think that I ever, did it? Unfortunately, my sexual experiences are very limited compared to most people my age. There are very few men who could tell any dirty stories about me to the tabloids. Not that any tabloids are asking. I’m just saying if they did ask, one or two of the guys might not be with us anymore. My first serious boyfriend was about 17 years older than moi, however, he was a very careful guy and he didn’t smoke so one never knows. He might still be alive and kicking. At least I hope so for his sake.
I am now officially old and yes, some days I feel really old and some days I don’t. I do knit but I knit ugly scarves and ugly blankets and only when I am in the mood. Usually in fall and winter and usually when I feel guilty binge-watching an English TV series on Prime. I hardly cook anymore. My oldest son lives with me and he cooks. He likes to cook and after cooking for myself and everyone else for a good part of my life I am happy to leave that to my son. He also does the dishes. I don’t iron anymore either. Occasionally my “was-band” irons. He bought the iron and ironing board when he moved in with me a year or so before the pandemic. I let him move in because I am a saint. He needed a place to stay and then the pandemic hit. I ask him to iron a shirt or two of mine if he isn’t in a grouchy mood. He is often grouchy. Just one of the reasons he is my “was-band” and not my beloved husband.
Did I expect to be living with my 32-year-old son and a “was-band” that I left or at least tried to leave and should have left about five times. NO, but here I am and they are living with me because as I mentioned before… I am a saint.
I am also the owner of a business. I started this business 10 years ago after applying to many, many, jobs. I was always in the finals for the possible positions. It goes like this…. I would interview on the phone and then in person, often two or three interviews in person, then a boss or manager would look at me in my eyes thoughtfully and they always told me that the position offered was between myself and one other person. Guess what? The other person was always younger and she always got the job, therefore, I started my own business and as of today it is still in operation. Smaller after the pandemic but it is still limping along. Did I expect to be the owner of my own little business for over ten years at the age of 69? No, I did not.
Now, I am going to discuss sex so if you aren’t old enough or too old to remember what sex is… then I would advise you to stop reading this blog and turn on TV, either turn to the news or “Blue’s Clues”.
Due to the fact that I write a blog with sex in the title lots of people tell me about their sex lives. Many are pretty explicit. Some good stories, some shocking, some sad, some well pretty interesting. Have I been propositioned? Actually, all of the time! Two days ago, to be exact, and it was pretty shocking what he wanted to do. Online this happens a lot and yes, in person occasionally too. Must I remind you that I JUST HAD MY 69TH BIRTHDAY? Are you shocked? I am. Can I imagine that happening to either of my grandmothers??? NO! Can you???
To continue talking about sex well not sex exactly but more about relationships. The only thing that slightly bothers me is one thing. I have lots of male friends, new friends, old friends, online friends. Since I started writing this blog a large number of these male friends were single and in the last few years, they have found their love match and or partners and or new wife. All but two of these men have found love with women much, much, younger than themselves. I don’t blame them I might like a tall, handsome younger man myself. Okay, I have had a couple of them ask but they weren’t asking for a relationship they were asking for sex. Fella’s I am glad you have found love and I know that you should grab love when
you have a chance. Still, it bothers me that maybe 69 is too old for a woman to find the right one. We will see.
Glad I made it to 69. So far so good. Yes, a few aches and pains but what the heck, c’est la vie. The best part of being old and a woman I might add is, menopause. Thank you, mother nature.
Will I keep writing, “Is there sex after 60”? when I’m 70? Probably. I wonder what my 70s will bring? Will it be what I expected or not? Money, Fame, Sex, Love? One can always hope. Just don’t buy me a rocking chair or I might send you one of my ugly knit scarves.
Until Next Time….
2 thoughts on “Not What I Expected!”
On Monday, April 12, 2021, Is There Sex After 60? (Navigating Single Life After 60) wrote:
> istheresexaftersixty posted: ” Last month I had a birthday …. AGAIN. > They make a habit of coming around every year and they seem to come around > faster and faster. Has anyone else noticed that fact? This one was my > 69th. (Do you count the day you were bo” >
Sue Ellen, don’t give up. At 68, I met a 69 year old cougar and after a couple of years of trying each other out we got married in 2019. You get what you think, so never think you are done, or you are.
As an aside, we met online. I was tired of the same faces on Match.com, and tired of women with no sense of humor, or who wanted to tell me about how Christian they were, so I went to a new service and made my tag line “a little bit straight and a little bit warped”. We connected on my first day on the new site and she is fun, appreciates my warped, off color sense of humor and still loves sex.
So, life is good at 72.
Let yourself have fun.
Will Hepburn, Empehi ’66
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