Thirsty

 My car door opens to a sobbing Sharon. She had just seen her attorney regarding a malpractice lawsuit.

How horrific to rehash the death of a partner. Brutal.

Then the conversation changes to her reawaking experience with her handyman.

"am I a whore?" 

She goes on for what seemed an unbearable mind numbing eternity of naughty flirting. Who hasn't done this from time to time.

"No Sharon, you are not a whore, whores get paid."

And besides she has not even kissed the man. Not even laid laid a hand on him. Her thoughts and desires do not make her a whore.

"Sharon, you are a slut. You want to give it away free. Not that there is anything wrong with with that."

No one at our age wants to enter a long term relationship, what ever that might be. The rules are very different. 

"Not that I am an expert on any of this...." 

I continue to assure her that relationships have evoled even with the younger generation. Now that we have reached this age we have the privilege and maturity to define our space and needs as we please. We are not dependent on the construct of society to fit in. There is no job or social circle that hems in.

She misses the intimacy of a 40 year relationship. That doesn't get pushed quickly. Even if your goal is a one night stand. 

I think most people fear the connection, the power that a physical, intellectual  relationship with out the structure.

Friends with benefits. 

Assets and advantages

"Why don't you try Match or Our Age?"

"What would I say?"

We all chime in ......

You own your own house, You have a car, all paid for. Your retirement is good. You can travel....

And, you are not looking for more than "companionship".

You have you own teeth. you have two new knees, and a stent. Other than the bladder leaks what more can a man want?

And as in the dark all cats are gray, the pleasure of corporal enjoyment with an old women is at least equal and frequently superior every knack being by practice capable of improvement. 

B. Franklin 

Taking names and numbers

 "Why don't we sit in the dormer so we have a more quite space for talking and the music will not be so loud? " I say.

A bunch of my friends go out on Wednesday evening  to listen to local music and catch up. It is a very safe comfortable space. A loft with a caffe vibe in an old restored building from Alaska's past. It is an Ale House in the lower portion. All the windows look out on historic land and mountains in the distance. 

It invites older and younger people. New memories made and bits of past ones evoke memories of folk music from our younger days. Legends born and Legends past. (Hobo Jim)

"No, she says."  "I must be seen!"  

Why? 

"I have my note pad and pen. I ready to meet guys" 

Not very discrete.  She interacts with other guests and is loud and annoying. Perhaps only to me. 

She is dressed Alaskan casual. Her hair done nicely and slight make up. Ok looking for a woman 77 years of age.

She has her pencil and note pad ready for taking names.

I am aware of older people looking but the thirsty nature of this has really taken me aback.