Age 45+ has online romance worked for you?

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HighPlateau & MV.: It's a pleasure to read your posts and experiences.

That puts it perfectly.



Oh yes, I agree, MV. And that's how it always was for me until I hit my 50s. I was 46 when my lover died suddenly and it took me a full five years before I wanted another romance. I didn't look or feel much different at 51 than I did at 45. The age conundrum came to me as such a surprise that I just couldn't accept it as true until I'd experienced it redundantly. After all, until then many men had no reservations about the fact that I was their same age.

Today I was thinking that my female supervisor has found a wonderful late life marriage so maybe...oops, dang, she's a decade younger than me, so that relationship was forged in their 40s.

I stopped going out to my favorite restaurant/bars a few years ago, not because of the men but because I'd hit a bad financial patch and simply could no longer afford it. This past year, I've pretty much left my own business of 20 years to work as a pharm tech in a supermarket pharmacy. It's quite fun compared to the isolation of doing my own thing. A surprise; I enjoy having 150 co-workers.

My new work environment is a revelation. We have lots of HS & college kids working here and many over 50. The middle ages are absent aside from managers. Folks who have retired from careers only to find that they want/need supplemental income (with benefits) and are spry enough to stand for 6 hours and with egos that aren't smashed to bits by being seen doing menial jobs; are here. Who knew such an environment existed right under our noses here in reserved CT? This just might be an environment where getting to know men organically might occur.

Hey, MountainLaurel ... Is it my imagination, or is that a spring I hear in your step? Organic is good, YAY!

Many good wishes for 2012. Now I'm going down the road to share champagne before midnight. Not much chance of organic encounters, but there will be laughter aplenty to keep me going merrily through to next year. (I would perhaps take a guitar, were it not for the thought of trekking back up the hill, laden and loaded, later...)