My generation has loved and lost. Now we just want to play without emotional consequences. We learned somewhere along the way that relationships take work, and we don't like work. As retirement looms ahead, we find we don't have anyone permanent to share those alone times with. I call this the aloof years. I never chase men, but if I don't make a really big effort, they don't even attempt to engage me in conversation. The only time the old duffers really perk up is if someone too young for them walks by. JEEZ talk about fantasy world.
Here I am, fifty something and fluffy. I am becoming odd in my aloneness, set in my ways expectant of honesty and dependability. I have no idea if I will ever find it. I see myself, living alone with my cats and old movies on VHS. Maybe a scotch and coke once in awhile, but I will never go out, because I am night blind, have no sense of direction and am easily tired. FREEK I don't like the looks of this, I have to think of a better life for me in my old age.
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