There is nothing better than turning fifty years old. I am half a century old! I have found being my age is challenging but at the same time very rewarding. I got a Master’s degree at the age of fifty, and I am working toward more goals than ever before. My job is rewarding and I love the organization I am working for. However, my dating life has become another issue to tackle. Why is dating so hard? Sometimes I ask myself that question, but at the same time, it is fun as shit. I can tell you that I was using dating apps as a way to message guys because I was bored at home. Eventually, it was a way to try to find the man who would be the enlightenment in my life. Those kinds of men can eventually be the ones I’d like to see on a consistent basis. There were some possible ones, but there were few. One man I met not too long ago was one such a man.
It was about a month ago when I met him, he was some years younger than me, but he was fun. He did drink beyond more than he could handle. I myself am looking at 3-1/2 years of sobriety from alcohol. I was not worried about wanting to drink with him, although, there were a couple of times where I could have. He was very handsome and he was aware of his feelings. Broken marriages kind of take a toll on a person, that is, if they were in love with the other person. I know this, it took me a long time before I really got over my ex-husband. It’s not easy to deal with a person in your life who desecrates a marriage, and then to try to move on without really moving on. This man I met was so enlightening to my life, that the more I looked into his eyes, the more the flaws were covered. Flaws such as his alcohol use. His eyes were my down fall, I am a woman who falls for eyes that seep into your soul. His eyes did, it absorbed into my flesh that we became one. Well, at least that is what I felt. I fell for it, I became ruined.
It was only three encounters with this man and then he was silenced. No return text messages, nothing to indicate that we were ever together, it was silent. When this happened, I have to admit it hurt me. I didn’t even spend my life with him, but it hurt. I cried a bit and I questioned a lot. The whole thing was crap, why would I allow such feelings to effect me? This affected me in such a way that he is always in my thoughts, I tell ya it’s the eyes that made me crazy. I didn’t respond to him, I kept myself silent as well. The only thing I am doing now is hoping for the best for him. I wish and hope that he is going to heal from whatever he is struggling with.
In some way, I think I realized why he had such an impact on me. It’s because he reminds me of myself. His drinking and his demeanor in relationships. When he was a sloppy drunk, I could relate to him, I saw who I was in this man. I wanted to take care of what I saw in him. It was like I was drawn to the person of myself I saw in this man, and I wanted to comfort him. Maybe, he is still in love with his ex-wife and he is hurting because of that. This revelation of him reminding me of me was astonishing. It was like I was shot in the face. The bullet hit at just the right spot, lodged in an area that broke into the flesh and severed a wound not forgetting. You know the kind of metaphoric realization of discovery. If a revelation felt, it was like that.