Let me just start this by saying that I have always been attracted to men who are older than I am. I always knew if I married again, it would be to an older man and in fact my second marriage was to a man 15 years my senior. (Our age difference was not a factor in our divorce.) Although I have dated men close to my age and even slightly younger than I am, there is just something about men with gray in their hair and a twinkle in their eye.
So, with that in mind, I have a small announcement: I have had 2 dates with a very nice man named Sam. He is smart and funny and plays the saxophone in a jazz band part-time. He is also 60. He has a full head of gray hair and is incredibly handsome. You might say I'm a little bit "smitten".
Our first date almost didn't happen. He wasn't sure he should call me because he didn't think I was interested in someone "his age". He actually asked a mutual aquaintance to ask me if it was okay. I was honestly surprised to find out he was interested in me. I mean, I have 4 kids that keep me busy. Most men over 50 (who are we kidding? most men, period) want someone who can give all her time to him. I told our friend "yes" and the very next night he called and asked me to dinner.
He is like no one I've ever dated. He is unfailingly polite. He opens doors for me and pays for everything. On our second date he brought me a daisy, because he said daisies mean friendship and he's so glad we're friends. He listens to every word I say, gives great advice, and pays an amazing amount of attention to me when we're together.
After our first date, I didn't think he wanted to go out again, and I'll tell you why: he didn't kiss me. I am sorry to say that I am used to men who don't have a problem with sex on the first date, so I didn't know what to do with a man who walked me to my front door, kissed my cheek, and said goodnight. He told me later that he almost laughed out loud, I looked so puzzled. I figured, sadly, that I didn't excite him, that he didn't like me "that" way. Luckily, I was wrong. He called the very next evening and asked me out again.
Our second date he took me to The Jazz Factory to hear some of his friends play. They weren't shy at all and teased him greatly about being out with a "younger woman". They were great fun - I laughed all night. The poor man blushed half the evening at all the sex jokes his friends made. What a crew! It just added to my admiration for him - his friends obviously think a lot of him, and care about his heart! I think - no, I know - I was up for approval with those guys, and I was glad I "passed". Afterwards, we went down by the river to watch the boats and talk. And I got my kiss. (smile) More than one, actually. I was proven wrong - there was plenty of excitement in those kisses. But as always, he was a perfect gentleman.
Our next date is planned for this coming weekend, when my 2 younger kids will be gone to their dad's and hopefully my 2 older kids will be out with friends. I have already started cleaning like mad, so I can invite him in. One thing I have decided, though - I am not cleaning the bedroom. I don't think we're likely to go there for awhile (I'm flattering myself - what if he doesn't want to go there at all?). And if I leave it the disaster area that it is, I won't be tempted to open that door, so to speak. I'll be too embarrassed! (ha, ha)
I am a little afraid of dating him, though. What if we fall in love? What if we "get serious"? I mean, he's closer to my mother's age than mine. He has grandchildren older than my kids! Granted, he is a fantastic father and grandfather, and has met my children before. I don't know what he is looking for in terms of a future. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
For now, I am enjoying the company, the old-fashioned romantic in him, and the smile he has brought to my face. I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the jazz!