Susan Winter, co-author of Older Women, Younger Men, says that older women dating younger men is causing a positive shift in the way we look at relationships. "When we see older women with younger men, it shakes the model that we're used to seeing. It shakes our traditional foundation. That makes everybody re-examine their position. In doing so, we have also stretched society's image of what is a vital, vibrant, attractive woman.
Women now have education, we have great jobs, we have power and status. So what you're seeing in society is women making alternative choices. What I'm seeing with older women and younger men is the tip of the iceberg. It's a preview to a new way of choosing our mates. It's a preview that's much more authentic. It's not based on appropriateness or survival needs, it's based on connection, interchange, resonance."
I feel that there are too many men here (cannot speak for the women, as I don't deal with them) who are just here goofing around and basically not really interested in meeting somebody for "real".
I decided for that reason to disable winks - if somebody is seriously looking to start a relationship, the only way to really do that is to talk.
I'm not aggressive, and I normally don't or wouldn't email somebody first - so I figure for me this is the best option.
If I meet somebody, great; if not, at least I gave it a fair shot. I'm not going to spend my time replying to winks from people who have no intentions of contacting me via chat or email. It's pointless.
Yes, I write poetry, yes I enjoy reading poetry - post something if you write, please? I would love to read it!
"Scoiattolina", you say,
and I roll on my bed,
moved in my mind
to the sound of your land,
Where I lick your smile,
and taste your silvery green eyes.
Carefree and drenched we danced,
to the wine-music of your voice.
Ancients smiling at us, from their
perch on high, cascading cool streams
from open mouths.
My soul, left at your feet,
clings to the shadow you make.
Shadow now bent, you climb the hill
to the rain of my land.
"Scoiattolina", you say,
reading the marble stone.
Away, away you creep,
taking the soul, yours long ago,
who loved your tiger green eyes.
I'll recognize you by your smile.
How will you know me?
After all, you weren't expecting
To find someone so unlike you.
Will you be afraid?
I suspect you will and
What will people think?
Will cross your mind.
More conventional than you
Might think you are, dear.
Appearances do matter
In the world you inhabit.
It might be best to just
Pretend when we meet
That what you feel is simply
A fleeting attraction to my mind.
Forget that you met me before.
Deja vu isn't real anyway, is it?
Nah, it couldn't be that it was
Me you saw that day.
That way you would never
Have to let on, even to yourself
That I might have been
The love of your life.
You Would Look Good
You would look good in China,
buying silk from backstreet vendors,
talking with your fingers in a language
you can't speak.
You would look good in silk.
You would look good with coffee
in a diner, where the mug
was stained and pitted,
and the neon flashing in the window
bathed your face in pink and blue.
I would like blue the best.
You would look good with
even though it's not in fashion.
Still, it would look good on you
and I would want to touch it,
just to make you smile.
You would look good on linen,
when it smelled of soap and musk
and lay about in rumpled folds.
Floating in a sea of rumpled linen,
you'd look good.
You would look good with wrinkles
at the corners of your eyes,
radiating out like rays
from stars a child draws.
Your eyes look good to me,
and I can see them even though
you have turned out the light.
Dearest dear, you always did like dolls,
even the ones with the weepy eyes
who cry like live babies.
You like to pick them up and play with them,
dress and undress them, give them kisses
on their smooth dolly cheeks.
Then you leave them in the corner when you tire,
tattered and worn, dresses all askew,
and get out another.
Poor raggedy baby doll, sitting on the shelf,
happy to be taken down, dressed and undressed,
kissed on her smooth dolly cheeks,
But dropped here and there, shaken about,
trod on a time or two or even three,
finally thrown on the floor with the rest.
She lies there forlorn, catching her dolly breath,
dress all askew, with her weepy eyes,
and cries like a live baby.
Dearest dear, you play with the doll too rough,
I'm leaving you to find a boy
who takes better care of his toys.
Just curious, because since I returned about hmmm a month ago nobody has actually asked me out. Gee - is it just me or do people just sort of exchange winks and hellos and move on? Have any of you women actually gone out to dinner or something with anybody from this site?
Also I've chatted with a few people, and then they seem to vanish into the night - I'm getting a total complex. I didn't think I was *that* boring. I know I'm older than a lot of the people here may be looking for, but surely there is at least one decent, nice guy who doesn't mind that I am 62.
I can even carry my own luggage and change a tire on a car, so there!
To those of you who celebrate Easter, I hope you are having a joyful and safe day.
To those of you who don't, I hope you are doing something special with somebody special and having a wonderful time - spring is almost here!
QUESTION: ARE YOU SICK AND TIRED OF ONLINE SURVEYS? Enter your answer below.
1. damn right
2. no, of course not, I love talking endlessly about me, me, me.
3. no, I love surveys cause it forces me to search my soul and hmmm kinda like try to show people how deep I really am and umm like share with all the cool people here that I am cool too cause like we have the same answers!
4. Surveys? Who gets surveys? Do you get surveys? How come I don't get surveys? Does nobody like me? Do I have no friends here? Add me, I'll do all the surveys you want if you just add me.
5. no, I just love surveys where I figure out, if I am a margarita I'm cute, and if I'm a mai tai I'm sexy!
6. no, because I have a million more insights into my sparkling personality to share with the world.
7. no, cause I like surveys about sex. Is this about sex? Having sex? Liking sex? Thinking about sex? Solo sex? Happy sex? Mad sex? Ok, the answer is yes. Where can I add comments about sex? Is this survey about booty? Big booty vs. small booty? Boobs? I'll answer - yeah.
Depends on where you are whether it's morning or evening huh? At any rate, I see some of the same people here online around this time of day - just wanted to say hello and hope your day or evening is going well!
Nothing special, just sitting here late at night reading blogs -there are some great ones on here. Thought I would take the time to compliment those of you who are blog artists - I'm impressed.
Was watching this great youtube video that you might enjoy, it's pretty interesting. Actually there are a couple I really like - go to youtube and do a search for Paul Potts and see his audition video for Britain's Got Talent. Also, there is a guy that tried out also for that show named Damon Scott, pretty funny video.
Of course *you* may be in Paris sipping champagne and watching the lights from your balcony, in which case ignore everything I said and have a great time:)
If you run into Gerard Depardieu ask him about his wine and does he still have a vineyard?
Alternately, if you run into a mysterious-looking guy dressed Matrix-like walking around sightseeing, send him thisaway:)