Live life as a date
I’m a writer finishing up a novel. So what’s with the How To website about dating, especially middlesageish dating? When I started meeting men––or should I call it redating––in my middle ages, I knew nothing. Here are a few of the many things my friends said: Don’t take it personally. Nothing has changed since we were thirteen. There’s a lot of monkeying and ghosting. It’s a numbers game. Everything has changed since we were thirteen.…
Saturday afternoon. I am food shopping with my friend Peter, something we do from time to time after hiking. We’re loitering in Seafood, leaving threads of dirt from our boots wherever we walk. We each hold a service number. “I’m thinking shrimp cocktail. Sole with lemon-butter. I make a mean lemon-butter sauce. Arugula and brown rice.” Peter brags about his cooking about as often as the average man pulls on boxers. “Pretty special for a…
What do you notice in the first few seconds on a first meet? His comb over? Her weight? This unscientific survey is brought to you courtesy of my friends (names changed) and acquaintances, all middle ageish and dating online. They were all asked the same question and yes, the sex card was played. Or at least mentioned. What Women Notice in the First 5 Minutes We pick up on certain things. Such as you asking…
An hour we talked. Hit it off. Told me about his business, his kids, his exercise routine and asked me questions about myself, so it wasn’t one-sided. Just when I figured he’d ask about meeting, he told me he didn’t think we had a connection. My mouth was still hanging open when he hung up. Watch for the follow-up, Phone 100, about women who don’t have a phone clue.
I’m Sunny Chanel, the main character in Middle Ageish, Shirley’s novel. Fifty and dating. A lot. Did I have a choice? The woman invented me. She dated. She wrote. She stuck me in the novel. She even broke my heart. Lots of those meets in the novel were the real thing, but who can tell what’s true from truish? I’ve lost track myself. I’ll bet Shirley’s lost track too. She carried a little notebook to…
Internet meets are never this easy, the banter never this clever, the guy never this good looking. Something is wrong, but what?
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