The way I hollered all up and through this article!!! HAHA!!! As a 53 year old woman who's going through "the change" (these damn night sweats and mood swings ain't it!!) I was shouting HALLE-LOU!!! It's exhausting how women of a certain age are disrespected, disregarded, and just plain DISSED simply because society feels we've reached our expiration date and outlived our usefulness to this ungrateful world. These men have truckloads of audacity expecting us to be tight, toned and taut when they're on the verge of a hamburger taking them out. And let's not overlook a lot of them are ready to "settle down" just when that E.D. kicks in. Chiiile. I appreciated the honestly and the hilarity of this, thank you!
I'm 53 as well Kristina and yes, the audacity is real! I think what society and men in general forget is that as women get older and have less responsibilities (kids) we also hit our prime (smile). We have more energy and stamina and often we are not looking to stroke the ego of a man who can no longer get a rise. It's like the switch is flipped. We are more confident and sure of ourselves and hence, less tolerant of the B.S. men try to dish out.
There is a very very funny moment in the movie RED when our hero (totally bald Bruce Willis) is in the back seat with the object of his admiration (Mary Louise Parker) when their exchange includes her hurling at him: AND I THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE HAIR!
As a 70 year old woman, an athlete with no small accomplishments under my belt as an adventure traveler, I have had plenty of my own issues with older men who have the unfortunate habit of putting ancient photos on line and then showing up sans hair, sans waistline, job, libido, all of it. AND they want a caretaker, because their habits (to your point) have led them to terrible health.
While I no longer bother to do online dating, Dr. Yazeed, I did learn a few tricks: first, set your date at a Starbucks. Second: If possible, park near the emergency exit. Third, check if the bathroom has a window out of which you can escape, which means dress appropriately. Fourth, the second you realize that the approaching hulk is the thirty-not-good-years later version of online Mr. Wonderful shuffling towards your table, sprint: out the exit (or window), to the car and home.
The last date I had, said Mr. Wonderful showed up. I'd just left the gym, and had a tank top on. I've been body building for fifty years. He sucked in his breath and said, with real incredulity, BUT YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR PICTURES. To which I said, "Yep. And you don't." At which point I left.
If we cannot be authentic and real about how we are going to show up in person, how well does that bode for all the other bits and pieces which make for an honest exchange? None of us is perfect, we all have poop in our buckets, physically we all bear scars (hell, my teeth soak in a cup at night). Okay? How DARE these aging guys, with their slopover bellies and their bald pates and their claims online to be "athletic and trim" - in whose world, a Sumo wrestler?- expect us women to look like Sports Illustrated models?
It speaks so much to having a wildly unrealistic expectation as well as a very skewed version of what said Mr. Wonderful has to offer. One commenter pointed out that in one way or another, we all tend to "overprice" ourselves on the dating market. It serves to get a sheep dip in humility, which I get every single morning when I face my toothless self in the mirror, to appreciate that good company is mature company.
I wish I hadn't laughed so hard, but I did, your wonderful piece was worth it because it's so damned true.
Grey hairs? And what about grey hairs Down THERE fellas? And what about the outdoor carpet growing out of your nostrils, guys? The boobs( that are bigger than mine) pushing out your top button?
Oh my don't get me started. What's ludicrous is that they're making this all about the body, when relationship and connection transcend that completely. But that takes maturity.
Prime for us is indeed right now. What that looks like for aging women is being able to release our attachment to a body which no longer exists, fall in love with life at a different level, and protect our time from people who cannot appreciate who we are- who we have become - the person we have EARNED- by this age.
The way I hollered all up and through this article!!! HAHA!!! As a 53 year old woman who's going through "the change" (these damn night sweats and mood swings ain't it!!) I was shouting HALLE-LOU!!! It's exhausting how women of a certain age are disrespected, disregarded, and just plain DISSED simply because society feels we've reached our expiration date and outlived our usefulness to this ungrateful world. These men have truckloads of audacity expecting us to be tight, toned and taut when they're on the verge of a hamburger taking them out. And let's not overlook a lot of them are ready to "settle down" just when that E.D. kicks in. Chiiile. I appreciated the honestly and the hilarity of this, thank you!
I'm 53 as well Kristina and yes, the audacity is real! I think what society and men in general forget is that as women get older and have less responsibilities (kids) we also hit our prime (smile). We have more energy and stamina and often we are not looking to stroke the ego of a man who can no longer get a rise. It's like the switch is flipped. We are more confident and sure of ourselves and hence, less tolerant of the B.S. men try to dish out.
TRUE LMAO
exactly and these same men project their mindset on us,acting like WE'RE the ones with the unrealistic standards lmfao
This!!!!
This is fantastically said and hilariously true!
🤣 Very well stated 🤣
There is a very very funny moment in the movie RED when our hero (totally bald Bruce Willis) is in the back seat with the object of his admiration (Mary Louise Parker) when their exchange includes her hurling at him: AND I THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE HAIR!
As a 70 year old woman, an athlete with no small accomplishments under my belt as an adventure traveler, I have had plenty of my own issues with older men who have the unfortunate habit of putting ancient photos on line and then showing up sans hair, sans waistline, job, libido, all of it. AND they want a caretaker, because their habits (to your point) have led them to terrible health.
While I no longer bother to do online dating, Dr. Yazeed, I did learn a few tricks: first, set your date at a Starbucks. Second: If possible, park near the emergency exit. Third, check if the bathroom has a window out of which you can escape, which means dress appropriately. Fourth, the second you realize that the approaching hulk is the thirty-not-good-years later version of online Mr. Wonderful shuffling towards your table, sprint: out the exit (or window), to the car and home.
The last date I had, said Mr. Wonderful showed up. I'd just left the gym, and had a tank top on. I've been body building for fifty years. He sucked in his breath and said, with real incredulity, BUT YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR PICTURES. To which I said, "Yep. And you don't." At which point I left.
If we cannot be authentic and real about how we are going to show up in person, how well does that bode for all the other bits and pieces which make for an honest exchange? None of us is perfect, we all have poop in our buckets, physically we all bear scars (hell, my teeth soak in a cup at night). Okay? How DARE these aging guys, with their slopover bellies and their bald pates and their claims online to be "athletic and trim" - in whose world, a Sumo wrestler?- expect us women to look like Sports Illustrated models?
It speaks so much to having a wildly unrealistic expectation as well as a very skewed version of what said Mr. Wonderful has to offer. One commenter pointed out that in one way or another, we all tend to "overprice" ourselves on the dating market. It serves to get a sheep dip in humility, which I get every single morning when I face my toothless self in the mirror, to appreciate that good company is mature company.
I wish I hadn't laughed so hard, but I did, your wonderful piece was worth it because it's so damned true.
Grey hairs? And what about grey hairs Down THERE fellas? And what about the outdoor carpet growing out of your nostrils, guys? The boobs( that are bigger than mine) pushing out your top button?
Oh my don't get me started. What's ludicrous is that they're making this all about the body, when relationship and connection transcend that completely. But that takes maturity.
Prime for us is indeed right now. What that looks like for aging women is being able to release our attachment to a body which no longer exists, fall in love with life at a different level, and protect our time from people who cannot appreciate who we are- who we have become - the person we have EARNED- by this age.
Well done.