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As a 40-something myself, I can relate to Courtney Cox's Jules. How horrifying to be a 40-something and in the dating pool. At least in Jules' case, she's only back in the pool; while, technically, I've never really left – but I have seriously considered opting out.
Still single at 45 years of age, I've begun to think that it is, in fact, me and not any of them. But as I really mull it over, I'm not so sure. Take a look at three recent experiences:
1. After an exchange with a decent looking guy, I agreed to give him my number. Turned out this 45 year old man lived with his parents. They didn't live with him. He had not moved back in with them – no, he NEVER moved out. When plans for a date were cancelled because he couldn't get the car, I told him to lose my number. Is this really what's left out there for us?
2. I finally agreed to check out a singles function at my church. This was an 'over 40' function – problem was most of the people there were 40 years OVER 40! 90% of the men had white hair – that's for those who had hair. I met men named Kermit (swear), Bo, Sherm. These are not names from my generation, or even my parents' generation; these are names from the days of the Great Depression – no pun intended, but it was pretty sad.
3. At a local wine bar, my server was an adorable, blond-haired young man. He had a nerdy-cool thing going on with his modern Clark
Do you see what I mean? Is it me? Who knows… As I mentioned, dating has almost become a horrifying prospect these days – although I've never really had much success with it anyway. My life is chock full of things like the above and they're chronicled in my book: The Ones That Got Away – A Dating Memoir. My story is an elaborate answer to the repetitive question, "Why are you still single?"
So what if I'm 45 and single – I've come to accept that. And even if I do stop putting myself out there, I can always tune into Jules' life and continue to date vicariously – at least this way there's no hangover!
Looking forward to Wednesdays,
- M. Hill