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Is There Love Online After Sixty
Searching for love on the internet. Possible? Everywhere I go in my real-time life I see seniors walking alone, shopping alone, keeping to themselves, never making eye contact, and seldom striking conversations. Is it easier to connect on the Internet?
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October 28, 2010 Thanksgiving Thoughts Oct. 29, 2010 Well I have a bite on my stationary bike (which was given to me but I can not sit ondue to the weird location of the seat.) I would need blocks on the peddles. Oh I hope the gal is a serious buyer.
It has been sitting in the living area for over a year. Brand new. I do hope I can sell it because that will pay for turkey and other things for the Thanksgiving dinner. My wonderful son sort of put this bug in my ear and iis inviting his friends which could be three or six or twelve. I invited my best friend Pat and her family (hubby and she moving back to Minnesota the day after Bird day), my niece and her boy friend and a couple neighbors. I eliminated the two flamers who were so opinionated at last year's soirroe. Any one missed was probably as the gay wedding celebration I hosted in August. I do not have a token 'straight guy of my type' to invite I have some weird friends which could be novel but not sure if I have the nerve or not.You know my closest friend died last Nov and now my best friend is moving. It igoing to be so different. It has been an adjustment finding things to do with my Fri Sat afternoons and Wed afternoons and evenings when I cared for her. Now
my afternoon walking person, shopping person, discover=ing person, talking person, setting up photo shot person, soliving th world's problems person, like a sister person, is leaving.
It took sixteen years to get two good friends and now both will be gone. And I am older and people here do not add to their social groups unless there is a man preferably a monied man, to include in the circle to talk to their monied men. Any suggestions? Pat and I have actually tried three different woman to join use over the years and it never worked out. Funny these things. When one goes to a foreign country an American is an ExPat and there is a community for you there. I was in Cyprus and by the 8th day I had been noticed and invited to ExPat functions. A whole different genre of inclusion. Not that here. Money is the tightest as ever. I would love to ask you some questions .....to assistme in decsion making for next spring. would you be willing to speak to me byphone? I can get a Red Cross Reference and a Letter of Reference from the Emergency Operations under the Mayor. I am not a dink a link.'' Just finally began cementing on mind-path I could go down. Not pretty. But not here and destitute. How lovely to have a new bra that fit, and undies; I don't eve care if they don;t match anymore.
Posted by Route582 at October 28, 2010 6:48:33pm
October 20, 2010 70 year old Guy Contacts me. Some Red Flags. What do you think? 
A non violent,non abusive,caring,loving,brilliant,non abusive,
non materialistic,healthy,art lover,that still works to stay in condition .Good dancer when needed,likes the opera,all music,conversation,good listener, handsome,beautiful lover,etc Profession: contractor
I am Bill from Lebanon,Pa
I would like to meet you sometime and visit you or you can visit me. I am very healthy,sexy,loving,caring and non dramatic .
Much,much more.Please do reply.Bill Info:
terests: I have many interest .to place them here makes a person look, sound so busy, so much to do & one no longer does most of them.If you have all these things you want to do.keep going.
A non violent,non abusive,caring,loving,brilliant,non abusive,non materialistic,healthy,art lover,that still works to stay in condition Good dancer when needed,likes the opera,all music,conversation,good listener,handsome,beautiful lover,etc
Profession: contracto
Posted by Route582 at October 20, 2010 4:34:39am
October 09, 2010 I finally had a date.... Well, more like a 'Meet Up.' I ventured on the date a couple weeks ago and the guy was
a former HS coach from Oklahoma living in NYC for three months. I
felt that was a good resume. I met him in front of the building
at 5 PM and he wanted to go to a bar. Now, I do not know any local'hang-outs' as he called them. We have drinks in the restaurant on my street if we want one but it was not acceptable to him. He looked at it and said, "They look like they deal in food." Ouch. Pass.
I rather like it; when one goes in, there is a lovely dark wood bar to the left with the wonderful decomirrors behind the bar and two friendly tenders. To the left is
a partition into the restaurant. It is nice to have a drink at the bar and an appetizer with a family member or friend. It is always raed in the top five of Zagat International.
Anyway, we walked to what I know is a nice Irish bar. It has a long bar on the right, tables and stools on the left, a restaurant in the back and everyone working there speaks with an Irish lilt. There is always an array or hot appetizers, free for everyone.
This was not acceptable to Paul. He said it did not have a Happy Hour special price, so we kept walking. He just happened to know of one a couple blocks away. It was interesting when we walked in, as he knew both bartenders by name. I guess this is where he wanted to go all along. My neighborhood must not bee to unfamiliar to him, even though he has only been in the city a few weeks.
Even though beer is not my drink of choice, he made it clear he did not pay for hard drinks or wine as they were over priced. So I ordered a Corona and lime and he knew which table was not under the jukebox speakers. It ws quite loud in there but we managed to speak loudly and share some information when he was not singing with the John Denver and Beatles music.
By the time he was on his fourth beer, mine was warm and flat, so I got a glass of water. He was rather appalled that I was not going to finish my beer and chugged it. "The only bad beer is an un-drunk one.: he told me. Now it was so crowded and loud that we could not exchange pleasantries so he suggested we leave and go somewhere else. He asked me for suggestions, so I volunteered "Big Nicks" which is a very casual pizza parlor near by. I add here - I was starving. It was 6 30 pm; I had eaten breakfast at 11 30 in the morning, with a banana snack in the afternoon. "I can't stand the smell of pizza." he said as he kept walking.
It was raining now' fortunately he knew of another Irish bar close bye. I had a glass of water (they did not offer bottled water), and he ordered his fifth beer. It was crowded in there too but not as noisy; the table next to s was having appetizers and they made my mouth water. No peanuts or pretzels were served in this place either, so my tummy continued to rumble. Four beers later, his cheeks were rosy and he was starting to hint at going to my apartment to watch a DVD he happened to have in his pocket.
I was beginning to feel uneasy and queasy from starvation.
Now, you may wonder why I did not order something to eat. He did not offer it and I was not about to whip out my purse to buy fried food. Plus I was chastising myself for having assumed that a 5PM meet-up would include some sort of nourishment. In retrospect I am relieved, as it would only have prolonged the evening if we had ordered food.
After
talking about being on a 'budget' and doing things that cost next to nothing
in NYC (easy to do actually, and Fun to discover), he paid the bar tab, which between
the two was now over sixty dollars and I said I had to go home.
He did indeed wish to come up to see my apartment and to quote my son, "MOM, he had
eight beers in two hours. YOU DID NOT LET HIM UP DID YOU?" I didn't.
But I did have to fend off a "handsy" kiss outside my building with people walking by us. That I was not prepared for.
Here is the ironic part. He sent me an email and left two messages on my voice mail that he had had the best time of his life and he wanted to go out again. My email reply said that there were nice things to do in the city and I would love to do them but not if it was to be sitting in a bar. He wrote back "Have
a nice life."
Well, I tried. Posted by Route582 at October 09, 2010 11:51:21am
October 09, 2010 Thoughts find a dating or even 'companion' here. It just never happens or if one does find someone who is single, they really have major flaws. Posted by Route582 at October 09, 2010 11:22:37am
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