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Single woman over 50 dating rule #1

Sleep with ONE

Date a FEW

Talk to all


That sounds like a lot to me.  But, it also sounds smart.

I just don't have all that energy to give to so many men.  However, I will put myself out there in case that one special guy meant for me alone is out there.  As they say, He won't find me in my living room. 

I'm joining one of those clubs that usually has a few places in each state - I want to be comfortable going there by myself to have a drink and in the nice weather, listen to live music.  I want to meet people by volunteering, working at events, and participating in life with people doing the same.

If I meet someone it will be icing on the cake.  You know, the old fashioned way - get to know each other over time by seeing each other around other people and developing a friendship first.  If not, at the very least I will have a place I can go where I know people.  Friends have spouses and plans, they can't always be available at the last minute to feed my sporadic need for peopling. So this is my solution.  Get my butt out of the house!  No more work, eat, sleep, repeat.  

And......I'm still working on myself.  Loving myself.   

I can't get excited about dating.. Even though I am conversing with a perfectly lovely man, I can't work up the feeling of "yes, I can't wait!".  I can talk to anyone about anything - I'm always myself, but I can switch gears depending on the situation.  It's not a performance........its.....adapting.  I don't want to adapt more than I have to.  I don't want to have to get to know someone from scratch again.  I don't have any more room in my head.....or my heart.    I'm overthinking.  Per usual. 

Okay - get back out there MB and be in the world.  

Sleep with ONE - check (this includes kissing!)

Date a few - check  

Talk to ALLLLL???? I don't know about that.  But I'll try.  

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