The entire world believes that after a certain age, our need/yearning for a companion drizzles to nothing, and it all turns to bake cookies for grandkids, knitting, and petting cats in your lap. Mentioning anything more exciting than a soap opera cliffhanger or a new herbal tea brand is just out of the question.
I even dream of a warm and gentle man who is smiling at me, and I am feeling protected and loved. I did not know how much this meant to me and how much I missed this until my senior transportation driver waited for me at the Pelvic Floor Clinic. He was a silver-haired gent who decided to wait for me rather than go away and come back two hours later. He read a book on his Kindle to pass the time. After I told him what I was coming for, he lowered his eyes to the floor, the way some men used to do when “lady stuff” was mentioned.
When I came out two hours later, he stood up and helped me into my coat. “You alright?” he asked, blue eyes concerned. I had been treated well, but I was in a city where folks in my culture are usually not entirely welcome. The professional and thorough care I had been receiving superseded all other stuff that happened. I pray before, during, and after for all hands touching my body.
Anyway, that is not the big thing. His hand was on the small of my back as he opened the door for me to leave the clinic and get into the cab again. It was a happy reminder of times past. We chatted back home about books, pets, etc, and I was genuinely sad to leave the cab. I realized once again just how much I have missed male company. Not just any male, but one sort of like that one.
I have been talking with an old flame in sixth grade, and he has always been on the sleazy side. I don’t want that in my life anymore. I (and you) am worthy of good things, and I long for the “real” deal.
I am not holier-than-thou. No one wants to get beaten over the head with a Bible. I sometimes mention God, and sometimes I do not. I am not here to push people; when I start groups on Facebook, I am clear about where we are going. I have three faith-based groups where I am the administrator. One for people of faith is “Moving Forward Together,” where I share my faith and resources for seniors. “Warm From the Dryer” embodies fun, faith, and various topics. “Praise and Prayer” is just as it is titled. We share praise reports and prayer requests. All of these groups are comprised of women. I invite the few men I know, but they add themselves and never comment or participate.
We are ageless, and even though the world sees us all above the age of 70 as empty “stereotypes,” we know this is not true. We are, and want to be, alive and living, not merely existing!
There are so many activities, conversations, and loving situations for us all, but we hold back, not wanting to seem ridiculous, but to whom? Those who have grouped us up behind a bleak wall of “old age” have no intention of letting us breakthrough. No more!
I know there is no surplus of men over a certain age, but they are out there. They are thinking similar thoughts as ours. They may need a gentle shove to start moving in the right direction They are just as lonely as we are but afraid to admit it. Join me in starting or rekindling a fire under their feet! They will be grateful, as we are.
If you would like to correspond directly with Zenobia (Zee) , she can be reached at ZisSAVED@aol.com. She will be happy to hear from you.
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