Think you’re too old to fall in love at 60 or over? Well, here is Enduring Heart to prove you wrong and debunk some myths about older people. Read her experience of passion and romance at 60.
Think you’re too old to fall in love at 60 or over? Well, here is Enduring Heart to prove you wrong and debunk some myths about older people. Read her experience of passion and romance at 60. Catch up with part one.
Thanks to the internet and social networking, I was able to re-connect with an old flame. My first old flame, actually.
But R and I weren’t typical high school sweethearts – not that we didn’t try.
We were flower power babies and American West Coast teens in the time of Woodstock and Jimi Hendrix, peace and love.
It was all about free love and exploring sex back then. Except it didn’t quite work out like that for us.
I spent an entire year relentlessly chasing R, as only a silly teenage girl can.
These days there are not many 16 year old girls as clueless as I was, nor 17 year old boys as backwards as R.
It took him that entire year to work up to even kissing me, despite my many blatant attempts to make it happen.
I was crazy for R. I dreamt about him and wrote in my journal every night about the progress, or lack of, in our ‘relationship’.
I was a lovesick child. And R? Well he liked me… or did he? I was never really sure. Not until the very end when we finally attempted to lose our virginity to each other – and failed.
R and I laugh about that now – the sexual climate in our current relationship is so incredibly intense.
First timers at sexting and phone sex, in a way it’s like we’ve lost a new kind of virginity to each other, 43 years after that first attempt.
After we lost touch life went on for both of us. College, marriages, kids, divorce… the usual.
And then this sudden reconnection – our friendship re-ignited, not to mention this crazy passion blooming almost instantly.
It has turned out that though we both moved across the country years ago, we are only a couple of hundred miles apart these days.
We haven’t been together in the real, physical sense yet, but we both know it’s only a matter of time.
For now, I find myself feeling like a lovesick teen again. I’m mooning around and wondering if I should call him.
Even writing this is a symptom of my foolishness – and believe me sometimes I do feel foolish.
I’m 60 years old and I’ve been married for a long, long time. R is divorced, has a lot of personal demons and, except for his sexual side, seems to have aged an awful lot in the past 40+ years. I’m sure I seem to have aged a lot too.
We are not the teenagers we were and yet love feels the same. Sixteen or 61 – it feels the same.
And why shouldn’t it? Who says we are only allowed a certain amount of love and passion in a lifetime?
These days to be 60 or 70 or 80 or even 90 is not the same as it was in our grandparents time.
Overall we are younger in outlook and in health. I’m sure there are plenty of studies to show how aging has changed over the years but it truly doesn’t matter to me what they say.
All that matters is what I feel. I’m a 60-year-old woman and I’m as crazy over a man as I was over the boy long ago. Sixteen or 61 – it feels the same.