Dear Future Men I date: I am not a puzzle, I’m a painting! What do I mean with this exclamatory and mysterious metaphor? Well, give me a minute you impatient fidgeters!
It is rough out there in Mid-Life-Dating Land, currently referred to (by me) as Mid-Life Dating Desert. Yep, I can see for miles across the patch of disaster that always ends with sand in my eyes.
From this Leftat50’s POV, “dates” have become a ninety-minute documentary titled, “What is wrong with this chick?”
For beneath the small chat and legions of answers doled out about my past relationship, it’s obvious this is not a casual conversation. It’s a sting operation to figure out why a woman such as myself is uncoupled.
If only these Dating Detectives would put down the magnifying glass and look at the big picture. So Future Man Dates, here’s My Mandate: Take a few steps back. Do you stand two centimeters away from a Jackson Pollock? No! You have to be a practical distance away to admire it properly. It’s the same with the intensely blue eyed blonde lady who bought a new CC Creme just for this date who is across from you. If you did that, you might pick up that I’m dying to try the ravioli appetizer but worried it might be too filling. We could have a normal ordering-our-dinner conversation and maybe split it!
Perhaps on this National Puzzle Day you might get those question mark looking pupils in your eyes to realize I am not a puzzle. At 50-something years old, my pieces are all in place. Not-a-one is missing.
Cause I’m not a puzzle, I’m a painting. Yeppers, the Ex is gone but this old canvas is still in tact.
There is no empty spot I need you to restore. Because Mr. First Date Man, we’ve both been on Earth over half a century. If we haven’t completed all of our major brushstrokes, then this isn’t going to work.
By dessert, (if I decide I want to invest those extra fifteen minutes) perhaps you’ve realized that all you have to do is admire me. This work of art and life and failure and success who takes you in over that flickering candle. She is gazing at your canvas. She’s wondering if they both could hang in the same wing of the gallery someday. Is this man a Still Life? An Abstract Expression? That cannot be ascertained in one visit. Perhaps we will get to the point where we share our ravioli. But tonight, let’s live our lives for the sake of living. Just like artists create art for the sake of art, not to fill a blank space on some wall in their soul.
We all go through major life transitions when relationships end… Through this website, I will share my thoughts as I walk the path of “New-Self” discovery. It doesn’t matter which side of 50 you are on. The real question is, Are you ready to live life? To forge a Path of Your Own Making (For a change!)? Then stop dwelling over the What-Might-Have-Beens and join me. Share your thoughts here, comment on mine, and let’s do this together!