Date a woman from United States. Here goes: I have been out of the dating world for 33 years. During that time I enjoyed a thirty year marriage, traveled with and, in the end, cared for my husband, raised two wonderful and accomplished daughters, ran a small (read very small) non-profit organization, learned to play golf, ski, and enjoy and participate in theatre, experienced challenges and triumphs, and looking back, I would change almost nothing. I now find myself in a place that is both exciting and terrifying as I search for the person with whom I plan to spend Chapter Three of my life. I know that person exists because I will search until I find him. I am ready to move on into the most active and exciting time of my life.
I have many good traits, not the least of which is great parking Karma; I can always find a place to park. I have my own tool kit, make a mean meatloaf, enjoy walking both the beach and the city streets hand-in-hand, still have a real sense of adventure (ziplining in December РІР‚в„ў11, but no more parachuting), enjoy making new acquaintances while cherishing my long time friends, and in general enjoy life. The glass is always half full. Life has been good to me; my baggage is full of balloons.
I have a serious “bucket list” to complete. At the top of that list is Italy. Although I have traveled frequently, that is the destination that has the strongest pull. Maybe it is too many romantic movies but I want to drive the roads and soak in the scenery and the people, and wake up in a country house somewhere with the sunrise; hopefully, it will be even better than I dream it will be. I also want to sail from island to island in some warm water destination (one problem, I don’t know how to sail. Yet…), swim with the wild dolphins in Bimini and the hump back whales in the Dominican Republic, ride the Orient Express, return to Tahiti, and eventually become a grandmother. That last achievement will probably come later but that is ok with me. Good things are worth waiting for. But I don’t want to do these things alone. I want a partner and companion with whom to share the wonders of the world. I want to love and be in love again. I miss having a partner with whom to spend time, laugh, hold hands and cuddle, but mostly I miss kissing. In my twenties I would never have believed that I would still want to be sexual in my sixties. I was wrong…
My daughters now live in Chicago and New York City. When my friends ask if it was hard to see them go I laugh and tell them that they chose great cities for me to visit. I must have done something right though because they still choose to spend time with me, in fact I just returned from a Hawaiian cruise with one daughter and her boyfriend. Their name on an in-coming cell phone call makes me smile. They are really special, youРІР‚в„ўll see, but I would be happy to blend my family with yours.
I love the arts, especially theatre and ballet, but also symphony. Whether in San Francisco or New York City, it is such fun to explore. Is there a more beautiful place than Grand Central Station? Or the San Francisco waterfront? Or Times Square? Or our Cable Cars? Or, for that matter, a new golf course?
When I arrived in San Francisco in 1979 from the mid-west I truly felt like a combination of Alice in Wonderland and Pollyanna. Everything was in Technicolor. Today, I feel like the same young woman: excited about life and its prospects and possibilities. Maybe they include you? I hope so!
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