Some of my 50
something girlfriends and I are embarking on our first sojourn into Internet
dating. One daring friend is meeting a fellow for coffee this evening. Once
they formulated a plan, she spent the better part of the week in preparation.
She had a manicure, a pedicure, and her hair done. She adroitly planned her
choice of outfits, spending a number of hours trying on different blouses,
slacks, and skirts, until she found the perfect combination of flattering and
fashionable. With an air of self satisfaction, she was ready to meet the
potential suitor. Her date subsequently
called, and indicated that he would meet her outside of the designated coffee bar.
He said she would know him by his apparel: he’d be wearing... a grey tee
shirt emblazoned with a picture of an Indian riding a horse…. Aghast, my
friend though to herself: “A
what??? He’s really pulling out all the
stops, isn’t he?!?!?!?!” (Personally, I have to wonder if there is some
hidden male significance in his choice that we females may not be privy
to.)
Another of our friends indicated that a fellow’s choice of apparel is
not important. After all, she opined, her beau isn’t a fashion plate. Whenever
they go out together, she chooses his clothes so that he doesn’t
embarrass her…Correct me if I'm wrong but, isn’t this the kind of stuff we gave up when we got divorced?
As for me, I decided
to take a look at “Our Time”, the dating site for ages 50 and up. I
perused about 8-10 photos, and found that my fierce denial of my advancing age
was in serious jeopardy. Somewhat perturbed, I promptly logged off. I am definitely going to ease my way into this…
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