Face It.

Arggggh. This has taken me two years – okay, more like three – to accept, but I am now in my fifties.

Fifties! I mean, hell, man! My father was fifty once, but me? No. Just…no!

Now that’s over, we should take stock. Yes, dating at fifty and over will be different. There’s the trail of events we all leave in our wake. We are more experienced. We might even have scars both obvious and hidden.

Just as important now as it was when we were fifteen is the innate feeling that every new person holds the possibility of discovery. This one might just be the X on the treasure map.

Ah, the thrill of uncovering the trunk full of wonder. That’s the driver we never lose, no matter how old we find ourselves.

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