One of the things about my life that is an unexpected perk and drawback is dating past 40. Some of you have followed my dating misadventures these past months and know I try to approach it with humor. For every high, there seems to be a complimentary low.
Last night as I was walking I got a call from my Dad. I had been meaning to call him, so I wasn't expecting to hear what came next. Or rather what I heard when I called him after I returned his call after my walk. He had said he had some news to tell me, so I was already a little apprehensive.
It turns out he's had his first date since his late wife passed away. I was a little surprised since it's only been about 4 months. Typically he waits longer between relationships or the pursuit of them. I thought "okay, he's lonely, so why not?!"
He hemmed and hawed around a little, so I suspected there was something else. Uuuuuh yeah! His new friend just turned 57. I was stopped cold in my verbal tracks as I figured out the age difference between her and I and then her and him. He's 14 years older. I'm 10 1/2 years younger.
I continued to support his dating. I think after a certain age, bigger gaps in age aren't as big a deal. If the old coot wants to date a hot "young" chick who am I to say no? I chatted a few more minutes with him and then had to excuse myself from the conversation.
I've dated men that were closer to her age than I am to her. I've dated men younger than me by as many years. But all the logic in the world doesn't take the weirdness out of it. Surely all this dating later in life is unnatural. :)
