If you were brought up in the 60’s and 70’s, chances are you were trained to be a strong, independent woman.It’s likely you were taught you didn’t need a man in your life.
you and I meet, we have amazing chemistry, we hang out and have awesome sex.
I bond to you and then you disappear, ultimately breaking my heart.
You don’t answer my calls or texts and I am so confused and concerned. I am a “normal” sixty-year-old woman who wants to ponder in public.
When an acquaintance, Michael, shared with me that he had lost his job at a small law firm, it opened a new level of communication between us.
We talked about his new situation and he told me he was very appreciative of having my ear.
I’d see him most mornings at the dog park where our dogs played together.“If I’m so fabulous, then why am I single?” This question came to me and I realized I have to write about it. I see my friends with their various backstories, neuroses and impossibilities, in relationships.High maintenance types, neurotics, just plain crazies, you name it, they have a partner.I don’t know who first said that the brain is the most important sex organ, but, whoever they were, they were correct!In our 20s and 30s, it is easy to think of sex as an entirely physical process.Unfortunately, this focus on our external appearance can lead to poor relationship choices, low self-esteem and a lot of confusion.