Dating someone 10 years older gay
and this new lifestyle wasn’t really working with my schedule.
I remembered at that age, those were common hours to keep.
Now, I am not model material but I am not roadkill either, so I was surprised. Further, anyone who has “sitting by a fireplace,” “walking on the beach” or “staring longingly into each other’s eyes” is passed on. I have been in two long-term relationships, and anyone who has been can tell you that you spend more time fighting over who’s going to take out the trash rather than looking at each other adoringly. Affairs columns Bars are not an option for me; they are bacterial breeding grounds for insecurity. I have to give credit to this person, he was the first one in 21 years who got me to open my heart, as bruised and battered as it was.
Anyone who has certain ZIP Codes in their profile I pass on, as I am very down to earth and suspect I would have little in common with some of the more elite digits around L. So I look for those who have been in relationships, or who at least seem to be grounded in the realities of life. It felt wonderful and painful and I was able to experience the Hollywood Bowl through a new set of eyes.
I also found I had to explain pretty much everything; as intelligent as my friend was, he simply did not have the experience. I made a date with an esoteric 40s guy with a man bun whom I had chatted with for several months.
He was great and an interesting guy, but lit up a bowlful on our first date at my Sherman Oaks home.
The professional dating sites like Match.com, are more complex.
These men tend to be way more well-established and courteous, they’re chivalrous and you’ll never hear the words, “let’s hang out” ever again.
Straightforward and assertive, older men act with intention and focus because they’re usually busy living thriving lives with great jobs they’re passionate about.
I am not a judgmental person, but I decided this was probably not a good fit.
I have had absolutely no problem having people express their interest in me, but I have to admit terms such as “papi,” “daddy” and “sir” are not conducive of the lens from which I choose to perceive myself. Dating in your 50s is very freeing; I have absolutely no neuroses about whether the people I meet like me or not, or whether I said the right thing, or if the clothes I wore on a date were the right choice. And I say, “love me, love my bald head.”What I am finding is that my lifetime of experience, and all the joys, love, entanglements and, yes, pain, have made me a person of worth, value and strength.