So, this new ME, new attitude, all started when I decided I should move from the house my hubby and I designed and built (he was a carpenter, so we really did build it), and lived in for 32 years. I stayed there another three years and found I was stagnating; turning into only a grandma. I became a grandmother before age 40. I love my grandchildren but I did not want to end my days as just their Gran. I wanted a life. I sold that house and moved to another state. 

I moved to the same town my youngest son lives in. He thought I moved near him so he could ‘take care of me’. That is not why I came here! After a few months, I found the perfect part-time job for me. Being a people person, I need to be around people. Now I work with lots of people, mostly men. I discovered very quickly that men like me. (Not something I thought about much as my husband did as well and told me often. And, all things considered, he was my only interest.) I may be old, but I’m not stupid. I like the attention!

A few men asked me out, but like I said, I didn’t know how to even accept an invitation! That’s when my son steps in to try and discourage the attention I was getting! He was sure, as his mom and a widow, I was not interested in any man but his father. He even told one man not to flirt with his mama! I think his problem stemmed from the fact that these men were all younger than me! (I personally didn’t see the issue!) When I say younger I don’t mean four or five years, I mean 10-30 years younger!

He and his older brother, with whom he had discussed ME, told me, “Ok, you can date but not anyone younger than us”

Men I don’t know have followed me through the grocery store and flirted with me. I gotta say, I did like the attention, but I am also a big coward when it comes to accepting a date from just anyone in the store. Maybe I’m ‘old fashioned’ and think you should know a little more of a person than a few minutes in a check-out line! I have turned several men down and they said almost the same words, “But you’re not wearing a wedding ring, aren’t you single”? To which I say; “I’m a widow. But I didn’t wear a wedding ring when I was married, either.” Some of these guys look at me like I am nuts, one told me, “You don’t know what you’re missing”, to which I answered, “But I do. I’ve been missing it for eight years! And, I do not need some guy 30 years younger than me to tell me I don’t know what I’m missing! I’ve been having sex since before you were born!” Oh, I knew, alright!