Yes, what you say makes perfect sense Phoenix32890 but it may also be very simplistic. I will not go so far as to say it doesn't apply to me but it reminds me of my former attitude about divorce. I used to think: Oh, what an awful thing to happen. I had absolutely no idea just how awful an experience it really was until it happened to me!
You hit the nail on the head though when you mention the ego boost I get being seen with a younger woman. That is also the reason I treated myself to a signal red Mercedes-Benz roadster around last Christmas. Not brand knew but very nice. Ego, feeling of youth.
I feel like I am much younger when I zoom around in it, especially with a much younger woman sitting next to me.
Another thing is the fun does not last very long. In spite of the youth there is no mutual interest of any strength. Our lives are simply out of synch time wise. Sex is nice but you cannot spend every minute of a date preoccupied with it. And it just is not realistic to think you can let alone try to. That is a relatively small part of a relationship.
But I just cannot bring myself to asking older women out. I have attempted to and when I date a woman around 60 I feel like I am dating my Aunt. Wrinkles, pouches, flab. All normal things that happen to people including myself! I look in the mirror and I see an old guy, out of shape, pear shaped. Yet? I expect young women to not see it, overlook it.
Friday I was among a group of retired professional people. We are all seniors. One woman found it absolutely hilarious to sing this song she made up pointing out all the awful physical changes of getting old. She sang it to the tune of "Twelve Days of Christmas." I found it very offensive not the least bit funny. She should sing that song in front of a mirror alone. She is all lumpy and she has false teeth!
Later this afternoon I attended a political forum. A woman (late thirties, early forties) began chatting and I could tell there was a little chemistry there. I asked her if she was a journalist and she smiled and said: No, I'm more of a commentator. We exchanged small talk, the break came, she said she would see me again and she left. Somehow I know I am going to see her again.
I am waiting to see if I hear anything positive from the woman I took to see Gypsy. If I do not hear anything by Tuesday I am going to invite another woman I know (who is age appropriate) to a dance review on Saturday. She is about 13 years younger but she has kept herself in good shape. Amazon.
I am still thinking about a lot of things though. There is another woman who is 54 who is a good person. I dated her for about a year. She kept gaining weight and I told her I just could not continue to date her because she was so heavy and she would not lose weight. She was looking for a commitment too. I could tell. She still calls me now and then.
It is just so difficult to find a woman even remotely like my ex to whom I was married for nearly 30 years before she decided to call it quits.
This sounds awful but the only thing good that came out of the divorce is that I have two Mercedes-Benz and a dog. Plus my house and a little money in the bank. Outside of that? Not one damn tangible thing worth mentioning!
As I sat watching Charles Krauthammer being interviewed tonight I glanced over at the sofa and imagined Diane Keaton was sitting there in a night gown painting her toenails. It was only my dog.
Sometimes I can't help getting upset with myself. I don't look like Clark Gable or Alan Alda but I know I am better looking than Jack Elam was. It is entirely wrong, selfish to expect so much. Yet?
Where is that woman I need so much to love me