I havent been a young lady since Richard Nixon was in the White House.
Now, maybe they think its flattering or cute.
Well, its not.
Because of my white hair they make assumptions about me.
They deny thewholenessof who I am.
Well, it isnt justanumber.
But the year that I turn eighty, age takes on a whole new meaning for me.
Ive been a writer for fifty years.
So, I sign up for online dating.
I have a pretty good idea of the kind of guy Id like to meet a sapiosexual.
A man who thinks the sexiest part of a woman is between herears.
Im not looking for a husband Ive had three of those but I definitely want alover.
Not just somebody to go to the movies with.
I post some recent pictures and the algorithms kick in.You dont smoke.
You both like dogs.
You both lift weights.
What more could anyone ask for?
So, I start meeting some of these guys for coffee dates, and theyre nice.
But then along comes Michael.
Now, Michael is ten years younger than I am.
It doesnt seem to bother him, and it sure doesnt bother me.
But there is an issue here.
But I think,Lets see what happens.
We exchange messages through the website and then on our personal email accounts.
And then very quickly, were talking on the phone.
We have a lot to talk about.
Im talking about the book that Im working on.
He talks about his architectural projects.
We talk about the personal stuff, our marriages and disappointments, our enthusiasms and our dreams.
Pretty soon we are talking every day.Every day.
He calls in the morning and says, Talking with you is a ray of sunshine in my life.
And he calls in the evening and says, You are my sweet addiction.
Oh my God.Yeah, I just love that.
