Dating after 50 and
beyond can be a challenge
On Life and Love After 50 newsletter by Tom P. Blake
As I read the comments
posted to our Finding Love After 50 Facebook group page, I am reminded of what
a challenge dating after 50 and beyond, often far beyond (like 60 to 80), can
be.
I often hear about dating
woes from senior women: the guy who won't pay for the coffee, or who is dressed
in his gardening clothes, or who talks non-stop about himself, all of these
issues on the first date, or the guy who doesn't want to travel, for example. But
dating can be difficult for men as well.
Last week, a friend of 57
years and I had a laugh about a date he had that illustrates my point. He had
related this story to me a couple of years ago and I had posted it to one of my
websites. Please don't judge it as being demeaning to women, I am simply
illustrating that men don't always have a great experience either.
One would think with three
million people in Orange County, California--where I live and my friend
lives--that a 71-year-old man would be able to find a compatible mate here. My
friend has dated a variety of women, hoping to find a permanent partner. But, after
his experience, his prospect list shrunk by one.
My friend loves to dance;
he says it keeps him sane and helps him stay in shape. He said, “Dancing just
makes life work better for me.” Hence, we shall call him Dancing King.
Dancing King arranged to
meet his date, a woman fairly close to his age, in the parking lot in front of
Polly’s Pies Restaurant, near the Department of Motor Vehicles on Moulton
Parkway, in Laguna Hills (I know precisely where this is because after I
married my third wife at the Santa Ana, California, courthouse, that Polly's
Pies is where we celebrated by having lunch).
Dancing King agreed with
his date that she would leave her car in that parking lot and together they
would drive to Newport Beach for dinner at a restaurant called Woody’s Wharf, a
fixture for 41 years. Probably a 20-25 minute drive. Then, Dancing King would
return her to her car and both would return to their respective homes.
The day after the date,
Dancing King telephoned me and said, “I am down to one lady on my prospect list
after last night's date. It was a Newport Beach night and things went badly when
my date's vodka consumption caught up with her after we left Woody’s Wharf. She
commented that most of the cars ahead of us had four tail lights. Fortunately,
I was behind the wheel and I'd only had a glass of wine.”
Dancing King continued:
“We dropped off the keys to her nearby rental property for her son-in-law at
the Ritz Carlton Hotel hostess desk. She was fearful of meeting him in her state
of inebriation and then was fearful of speaking to him or leaving him a message
on the cell phone, but continued to fret and worry that he might not get the
keys from the hostess.”
In the car, according to
Dancing King, she continued to fret over and over again about the keys not
being delivered to her son-in-law. Dancing King told her to please either phone
the son-in-law or stop worrying because her ongoing rant was wearing him down.
Her reply: “I hate you.”
Dancing King turned toward
her house instead of to where she had left her car. He safely got her to her
condo at a well-known community for seniors. But, she couldn’t find her keys in
her purse and poured the entire contents of her purse onto her front porch
deck. Still no keys.
Dancing King said, “Unable
to unlock her door, she crawled through her pet door into her house. I finished
unloading the car. I opened her emptied purse one more time and found the keys
in one of those small pockets inside where she had placed them an hour
earlier.”
“I told her she could call
her friend Jane, who lives nearby, in the morning and have Jane drive her to
her car in the Polly’s parking lot, or, I would leave her $20 for a cab.
“She dropped the F-bomb
and I left immediately. Tell me; is there any hope for this one?”
I replied, “Is the pet
door large? Does she own a Great Dane? Or, is she just petite? Any woman who is
athletic enough to crawl through her pet door might be a good salsa dancer so
perhaps consider giving her another chance.”
He said, "You've got
a point there."
I've never had to crawl
through a pet door, but I've broken a key off in my lock. We're all human. They've
had a few dances together since, usually spotting each other across the floor.
They dance well together, but never has a word been mentioned about the Newport
Beach night.
Senior dating in Orange
County or, anywhere for that matter, isn’t exactly a snap for men either.
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