About nine months ago my adult daughter said to me, “Mom you should start dating while you still have your looks.” Really? While I still have my looks. Holy crap. Does she think decomposition is imminent?
Since the cancer diagnosis, I haven’t even thought about dating. But five years later I’m still alive, and she thinks its time. And apparently I have a tenuous hold in the looks department. The odds are not in my favor. According to the Huffington Post at ages 60-64 there are 2.3 single women for every single man. And it gets worse as we age.
Here is a question for you. What would you choose to put your energy and effort into? Buffing, puffing, spackling, and dressing for an evening out that according to the odds you’d have better luck winning at a slot machine in a casino? Or would you put your energy into traveling? I see Istanbul in my future.
I’m packing it up and going forth into the world. Without a care, brave traveler, without a care.