Dating again at 45
Truthfully, for me, being single was fine — and probably a good idea. " My dateless period continued unabated, but again I was distracted: divorce, kids, and — oh yes, why not — the big C. Then, with the exquisite sweetness of an eight-year-old: "If I stab someone, Mommy, do I have to go to jail?
‘I almost wept when I read her blog about going to a wonderful party hoping to meet someone,’ my friend Ruthie explained. You know you are being unrealistic and that it won’t happen — yet when it doesn’t, you can’t help being disappointed.’Ruthie is 47 and one of the most attractive women — of any age — that I know.I became den mother to a bunch of 22-year-old boys. Instead, I waited like a "snake in the grass," as Tex (a.k.a. I became a zen master of the koan "He who cares least wins." One night, I sat next to a 19-year-old boy at an elegant Hollywood dinner party. He was jealous that I had the best excuse of all for avoiding emotional involvement: "I'm still married." He wished he could use that line.I'd come home from dates and punch up Candi-date Number 3. We'd compare, like old people, "our" music versus "their" music.Finally, he said, "But we'll never get to slow dance with each other."My breath stopped short. We continue to talk every day, sometimes for hours. I mentally flipped through my excuse cards: I have small children, I don't want to get serious, my life's complicated, I have a very sick kid at home. He finally said, "You know, Gigi, I don't want to play games anymore. On our first date, I lit up the barbecue for him and played Teddy Pendergrass.