Is Life a Date?

I’m a writer finishing up a novel. So what’s with the How To website about dating, especially middlesageish dating? When I started meeting men––or should I call it redating––in my middle ages, I knew nothing. Here are a few of the many things my friends said: Don’t take it personally. Nothing has changed since we were thirteen. There’s a lot of monkeying and ghosting. It’s a numbers game. Everything has changed since we were thirteen.…

A Date with Yourself

Saturday afternoon. I am food shopping with my friend Peter, something we do from time to time after hiking. We’re loitering in Seafood, leaving threads of dirt from our boots wherever we walk. We each hold a service number. “I’m thinking shrimp cocktail. Sole with lemon-butter. I make a mean lemon-butter sauce. Arugula and brown rice.” Peter brags about his cooking about as often as the average man pulls on boxers. “Pretty special for a…

Should You See This Guy Again?

Three different, guys. Each one with different issues. You’ve had dinner with all three. Would you go out again with any of them? For my opinion, scroll to the bottom. 1. The Date Who Talks About Past Relationships on the First Meet He should have been a therapist. His conversations are deep discoveries into why his last four liaisons—including two divorces—imploded. He loves being in a relationship. Ideally, the hanging out phase would begin soon…

Sunny Blabs

I’m Sunny Chanel, the main character in Middle Ageish, Shirley’s novel. Fifty and dating. A lot. Did I have a choice? The woman invented me. She dated. She wrote. She stuck me in the novel. She even broke my heart. Lots of those meets in the novel were the real thing, but who can tell what’s true from truish? I’ve lost track myself. I’ll bet Shirley’s lost track too. She carried a little notebook to…