I recall when I was 18 years old and in a hurry to find a husband to father my children. I had my criterea. Number one, he must be handsome. Number 2, he must have a job. Number 3, he must love me. The first two were easy to find. Since all handsome meant to me was that he not be covered with zits, that was about it. The first three years of high school seemed to be spent overcoming the teenage acne. Then after graduation, or in the Senior year, most of the boys started jobs. By the time a boy reached the age of 20 he was pretty well on his way into adulthood.
So when I met Duane Seeger,who was 3 years older then me, he was hell bent on marrying and starting a family. A home would come later. So after a whirlwind courtship of 3 weeks, we announced our intent to wed. The wedding would be in 2 days at the chuch on Sherman street. That marriage lasted 10 years and produced a total of 5 children. He had met all the criterea, he had a job, he was handsome and thought I thought he hung the moon. Number 2 met none of the criterea and that marriage lasted 3 months. Then along came Charlie. He was handsome and successful. He brought me to Colorado. I married and divorced him twice. Sadly he was a philanderer. Then came Henry. That one lasted 3 months. Kenny was the keeper and I spent 20 years in a solid marriage with a man who did not fool around on me, did not drink, never hit me and never forgot a birthday or anniversary. Sadly I lost him after 20 years. Mother told me once that if I ever lost a husband he would live in my memory as perfect. She was right!
So now it is 20 years later and I look at the crop of men to choose from and I am astounded at the lack of interest I can muster! Since I have now matured to the age of 80 I cannot date a man older than me, because that crop is dead. If I rake through the ones younger than me they are looking forward to retirement and want to travel. Get too young and I am robbing the cradle and I do not want to have to get up in the morning and pack his lunch for work! I can not even find one that wants to dance. Country Western music is the genre I prefer, but all the guitar pickers I used to date are dead and gone.
I guess maybe I just need to set back and enjoy my old age.
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I agree that the best approach is to sit back and enjoy retirement. After all, who wants to take care of a man? I spent many years looking for someone who would be a partner - work hard together, set goals together, you get the picture.
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