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

Now, because I have this blog and sex is in the title, I can imagine what you are all thinking after reading the name of this particular post.  It is true that often for men of a certain age sex may be challenging.  It is also true that it may be a challenge for women over 60 as well.

What I am facing today is the fact that maybe my usual spunk and my eternally romantic side may have vanished.  Why?  I just realized that in a little less than two months I will be hitting 70!  I can’t believe it.  I still haven’t gotten over the fact that I reached the age of 60 and now 70 is breathing hot down my almost 70-year-old neck.  I frankly thought by 70 maybe a person would be a great grandmother sitting in a rocker by the window waiting for someone to visit while knitting socks, OR DEAD.  I am not even a grandmother yet.  My youngest son is 25 and neither of my sons is married.

Of course, one never knows but at this point it looks like I might make it to 70 after all. ALIVE!

What do I have to look forward to at this point?  I have to make a dentist appointment to get my teeth cleaned.  What bothers me about that fact?  There is one tooth that doesn’t feel right.  Why am I worried?  It could be expensive.  Those are the kind of things I worry about now.  I used to worry about what outfit to wear to a party or how I would turn down a man that I liked but didn’t really want to date.  I worried about what color eye shadow would highlight my eyes.  What should I bring to the many holiday parties I would attend?  Could I go to two in one day?

70,70,70 how and when did life pass me by?  No, I do not have two-holiday parties to go to on the same day.  I have lived in Denver for four years now and I still only know one person outside of my family.  Who can I blame?  Well, yes, Covid hasn’t helped and before Covid, I had been in a car accident where a truck with a young man who was looking at his phone instead of driving hit my car running a light and came about one foot of probably killing me.  That set me back for a good year or so.  I also worked from home.  Still, things have slowed down almost to a standstill.  I have got to admit that I am now living in the slow lane.  The fast lane has passed me by.

What about sex?  Did I just mention that in less than TWO MONTHS I AM GOING TO HIT 70!!?  It is almost embarrassing to date, anyone.  Who in their right mind wants to date a woman who is 70?  Who do I date?  An older man, HOW MUCH OLDER?  Anyone much older and they will be taking me on a date to visit their spot that they have picked out in the local cemetery.  Has anyone asked you lately if you want to be buried or cremated?  That has happened to me.

I, who snuck into the Paris Hilton with my roommates attending a grand party that we weren’t invited to.  I, the person who was invited to Hugh Heffner’s mansion in Chicago while still in high school.  I, the person who took a ship to Europe all alone to finish my last college years in Paris and London.  I, who dined with a very exclusive group of people at La Reserve in Monaco rubbing elbows with royalty.

Look at me now worried about the dentist.  Life keeps zooming on by. I didn’t even have any plastic surgery yet.  (Which reminds me I have to look into that as an option in the next few months.)

I am going to take a stab at ignoring my age this month.  I will make an appointment to cut my hair and I’m going to have it layered.  I will get a manicure and a pedicure and maybe choose a youthful shade, maybe with some sparkle.  I might dye my hair red?

Yes, Virginia, it is hard to face the ticking clock but face it we must.  Still, it is better than the alternative.  Happy Holidays Everyone and Merry Christmas!  Remember, we are all in this together.  So, cheer up, I might still flirt with someone at the grocery store while buying a bottle of Champagne.  Who knows?  I’m not dead, yet.

Until Next Time ….