Anyway, back to Judy. What a bizarre thing it was to find an
x-boyfriend like that, I thought. Maybe they are star-crossed, like Don and I
were before we started dating, being at the same places at the same times without
seeing one another yet destine to meet one day. Or maybe unlike me Judy and her X just live in a
small town where the pool of people is so small they're bound to reappear in each other's lives from time to time. Type your zip code into the Our Time
search bar and it spits out your next door neighbor. Your married neighbor with
the sweet wife. After reading Judy's post I couldn’t stop thinking about the guys I had dated before Don
and I got together and I wondered if it was that easy to find out what happened
in their lives over that past half century. Judy said you don’t have to post a
profile over at Our Time to “window
shop” so that’s what I did. I went window shopping in Old Geezer-land.
I have another widow friend who has been going through men
every three to four months for the past four years and she meets them all through
on-line dating and my opinion on the quality of the guys she finds isn’t all
that high. They are all flawed human beings but when you get as old as we are I
suppose it would be nearly impossible to find people on-line (or
anywhere else) that aren’t flawed by the challenges that life throws at us over the years. One profile I read at Our
Time was written by a guy whose wife had died over a decade ago and he had to
see a shrink to get him to a point where he could try dating again. Our Time was his first foray into the
scary world of finding a woman to replace is died wife. Okay. My widow friend
would have sent him “a flirt” because she is into fixing broken souls. It’s her widowhood
hobby like cross-stitching or knitting.
What shocked me the most about what I found in my research
project was how many guys ages 70 to 75 I found at Our time who live in my zip code! There must have been a hundred and I
dare say half of them profess to loving long walks on the beach and holding
hands. Really, guys? How often have you actually done that in your lives? Or is that a code for something I don't understand? Pardon
me if I’m a little skeptical here. The other half who don’t declare an undying
love for shoreline walks were looking for women who love water sports as much
as they do or motorcycles. (That leaves me out. The cellulite on my legs is allergic
to bathing suits and the last time I was on a motorcycle I was fifteen and I got
sent to bed without my supper when I got back home.) These ‘sporty guys’ might
as well say, “Look at me, I'm still strong and athletic for an old duffer and
I have all my own teeth.”
If I was into fixer uppers, I’d teach an on-line class on how to write a dating profile that actually might reel them in a suitable mate. And I’d start with photographs. I swear to God some of these guys look like that could have been stand-ins for demon possessed Jack Torrnace aka Jack Nicholson in The Shining. Get a decent haircut, guys, and smile for the camera. And don’t go to a photography studio in a thirty year old suit or have a yacht in the background unless you actually own one. One stand-out guy at Our Time professes a love of astrology and here I thought, “What’s your sign?” went out with the ‘70s. Remember, you're no longer flirting in the prime of your life, guys. Update your pickup lines! And the super-sized income some of these guys claim they have! Why even bother listing your income unless you're looking for a sugar baby, gold digger with with fake breasts and low morals. She's the one I see occasionally in my travels through Old People-hood who walks around with a body full of jewelry like merit badges and says, "Friends just like to give me stuff ."
If I was into fixer uppers, I’d teach an on-line class on how to write a dating profile that actually might reel them in a suitable mate. And I’d start with photographs. I swear to God some of these guys look like that could have been stand-ins for demon possessed Jack Torrnace aka Jack Nicholson in The Shining. Get a decent haircut, guys, and smile for the camera. And don’t go to a photography studio in a thirty year old suit or have a yacht in the background unless you actually own one. One stand-out guy at Our Time professes a love of astrology and here I thought, “What’s your sign?” went out with the ‘70s. Remember, you're no longer flirting in the prime of your life, guys. Update your pickup lines! And the super-sized income some of these guys claim they have! Why even bother listing your income unless you're looking for a sugar baby, gold digger with with fake breasts and low morals. She's the one I see occasionally in my travels through Old People-hood who walks around with a body full of jewelry like merit badges and says, "Friends just like to give me stuff ."
One of my favorite profiles reads like this: "I provide
honesty, kindness and compassion. I am well read and value long conversations
on any subject. I am a Christian. I am physically clean. I do not smoke and
rarely drink. Like everyone I carry some 'baggage' but it is under
control. I look better on the inside than on the outside. I try to not be a
bigot. I was widowed after 36 years.” He’s one of the guys with a Jack Torrnace-like, scary photograph and I don’t know why his profile amuses me so much. Maybe it’s
that “baggage under control” part that intrigues me. Maybe he buries bodies
under his house but he only does it every couple of years. I do like his line about
looking better on the inside than the outside. If I ever write an on-line
profile for a dating site I will use that line, but be forewarned if that ever
happens, hell just froze over. I can, however, recommend spending an entertaining hour or two of window shopping at Our Time. Just be careful what you click on or before you know it you could be sending a "flirt" to a potential axe murderer. They should make those buttons bigger on old-people dating sites! Some poor guy out there in Old Geezer-land thinks he got a "flirt" from a ghost with no profile. ©
