Dating sites. Dating Apps. Pick up lines. Facebook (Meta). Instagram. Tic-Toc. Literally thousands of places to find the love of your life.

Write a paragraph or two about yourself in hopes of snaring the person you've waited a lifetime for. I've never bothered with any of that. Face to face physical contact via words and actions are my preference which today would be called outdated I suppose.

I will just plod along with 19th and 20th Century ways. Although,the older I get, the more difficult the odds are of finding a hot and sensual 60-something woman looking to be swept off her feet and taken to paradise like never before.

Nope. Not going to happen. Can't take someone to paradise when even I don't know what the hell paradise looks like these days, yet alone a sensual 60-something woman.

Besides who has the energy to start courting on a ship?

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No need for a jock strap sock

It’s on tonight; he’s hard as rock.

She can’t help pawing, feeln catty;

Breathing shallow, hot and chatty.

Craziness seems ultra sane;

Each thought pulsing through a vein.

Her eyes lock on his cock and brain

Nothing ventured nothing gain -

“So.. *nervous snortle* do you like pizza?”

“Have you seen that guy at Sweet Imports cafe?”

I had not yet, but did that day.

I made a point of stopping in,

seeing each other, we shared a grin,

or perhaps a tremulous smile

more accurately denotes our style.

Eyes spoke, warmth stirred butterflies awake

hands trembled, lips quivered, knees began to shake.

And so began a silent dance

true love grew from happenstance.

Weeks of silent conversation

led to mutual elation.

Finally, he said, I’d like to see you

Maybe, I replied, and out the door I flew.

Since Yes, is not the word I said,

his heart, it was suffused with dread.

But I returned,

he was not spurned -

leading to dinners each Saturday night,

daily walks after work to nowhere in sight

walking, talking and laughing out loud

in our blue sky nary a cloud.

Thus began a lifetime together--

hand in hand, forever.

“Howdy?”, “Hey?”, “Hello?”

Jesus, no, no, no!

Too youthful, too casual, too slow.

Is my hair alright?

Is my top too tight?

Check my teeth. Do my eyes mask fright?

Is the bus running late?

Do you think she’ll hate

My daft laugh and my clumsy gait?

“You I’m here to see?”

Christ, she’s talking to me.

Throat dries up, shuffle nervously.

“Will we take this booth?”

“Are you getting food?”

Am I chatting about what I should?

Am I chewing enough?

Or is this too much?

Should my eyes be on hers, further up?

I collapse in bed,

Breathe, pulse in my head.

Lie awake hating everything I said.

“So, how was last night?

Was your date alright?”

My friends crowd around, eyes bright.

Then I strangely find,

That to her I'd been blind.

Did I like her? Who knows? Never mind.

On the edge of twenty one.

I was young, wild, and free.

Harming no one but myself with good times and whiskey neats.

He was there too, so available but unattainable.

The attraction was strong, undeniable.

Chemistry between us so hot, electrifying, flammable.

We were friends at first, then lovers at a later date.

Wild rides together on dirt roads, back seats, and tailgates.

His blue eyes and toothy grin made my body ache.

“I’d go anywhere with you.”, from the bottom of his heart.

Moonshine soaked nights, forgetting where we parked.

Strolling down Royal Street, looking for that bar.

Walking through that corn field because I never had before.

All the passionate fights, racy nights, and the time we broke the head board.

We created something there isn’t words for.

On the edge of thirty three.

Still young, wild, and free.

He’s there too. Forever & always. Undeniably.

Smart and inquisitive,

Stubborn and hubristic,

Beautiful and kind,

Wrathful and vindictive,

Patient and loving,

Short-tempered and spiteful.

You’re all of these and more,

But you know them better than I.

What you don’t know is what they do to me.

The way my heart soars when we lose ourselves,

debating the finer points of whatever has captured our attention.

The way every cell in my body trembles with sorrow and rage,

when you‘re hurt and crying.

The quiet peace I get hearing you’re breathing next me,

The thrill that runs through me when you put on that crooked smirk.

Every aspect of you paints a haunting mosaic that I refuse to tear my gaze from,

I love you.

I hesitated to show her my feelings first. I waited until she could say something. A few minutes and then weeks passed in silence. When my longing took over me, there was nothing I could’ve done to wait. I had to take charge and start the conversation.

“Hello,” I said, frightened that she wouldn’t entertain my silly request and the euphoric pleasure of her company showing on my shining blue screen. Yet, it felt like she couldn’t wait to break the ice between us either. So she replied with emojis that forever changed my life.

“I like your intellect,” she said bluntly, her hidden face glistening with excitement on the screen.

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” I said, my blushing heart beating abnormally.

A day turned into weeks, weeks into years. In the end, yet, we became strangers who couldn’t have any courtship because our true colors sparkled on the big blue screen.

Put her best foot forward

Wore her best dress

Hoping to impress

But her date ignores her

Silent eyes

Cards kept to his vest

So when the night was closing,

Why did she ask him to go inside?

That sinking feeling growing

Hand in hand

He carefully replied:

"Can we meet again in the light of the morning?

Hope you’ll see who I am

In the light of the morning sun."

Here’s to second chances

Let’s raise a glass to masks that fall away

The queen of failed romances

And the quiet boy who never learned to stay

We’re quite the pair now, darling

Broken pieces that don’t fit that well

A fucked up movie starring

A shattered mess

and the boy who never fell

I think I love you broken

Just like you relish all my endless flaws

So many words unspoken

Except those ten that began it all

She was scrolling.

“Hey, here’s a guy you might like. Look.”

“Him?”

“Him.”

“I don’t think so. He looks like a misogynistic, bigoted, racist, homophobic, gun-touting, bible-thumping, toxic masculine nazi bully.”

“Oh Karen....” Her forefinger flips through several more, “How about this one?”