Dating at 70
Somebody bought us a round of drinks, the waitress wouldn't tell us who, they wanted to be anonymous. "Yes, Goldsmith, but not but, it's nor." Not another word. I am who I am and it has taken me a long time to get here.I thought maybe it was the nice young woman who had spoken to me earlier. I e-mailed him after a day or two saying I hoped he'd had as good a time as I had, and asking him a quick question about something he'd said. But part of me was sad, because I liked him, and we did have a good time.He paid upfront and she was going to reimburse him for her share of the cost.But the day before, she rang to say she had changed her mind and wouldn’t be going after all.After my partner died, I thought to myself: ‘Online dating is the modern way to go.’ I was pretty certain I would soon find my ideal person, somebody clever, witty, good-looking, successful, excellent company, open to new ideas, well-read and with a sense of purpose in life.If I’m looking for him, he must be looking for me, I reasoned.
We had nothing whatever in common, and I fled as soon as decently possible.
And I hate to say it, but men are always keener to meet women younger than them, rather than sophisticated women from their own generation.
Indeed, somehow, the exciting, available, baggage-free, super-bright, glamorous, successful age-appropriate people of both sexes, the kind you’d love to meet for a fantastic evening, if not for a lifetime, are in short supply or non-existent.
He talked about the boring suburb where he grew up, and how in his early 20s he had become a wilderness leader. "The trick is to get out of the house in time," he said. "I have already recorded the shape and color of those stones," he said.
Then when he was proficient at everything, rivers, mountains, rock climbing—"there was nothing left," he said, " but to take acid and go into the woods." Acid scares me to death and so do the woods. This reminded me of Matt Damon telling Franka Potente, "I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside," but I didn't say so. I did not spend any time wondering what I'd done wrong, or what I could or should have done differently, whether I was too old or too fat or asked too many questions.
I couldn’t even face drinking a cup of coffee there, let alone anything else. At least 25 per cent of men who go onto these sites are married and wanting a fling rather than a serious relationship.