Many older divorced or widowed men and women are in the same boat. You're probably not desperate enough to stalk your neighbors, or to go looking for friends with benefits in all the wrong places (bars come to mind).
They feel protective of their privacy and peace of mind, but they haven't become eunuchs or hermits. But offered a chance to reconnect with someone from your past — dinner with your high school steady, for example — you might just surprise yourself by winding up in bed.
I'm not talking a freshman girl dating the senior quarterback, or a senior girl dating a recent grad. Prior to my 26-year-old dream boy, I had never even gotten asked out over the phone.
I'm talking an age gap that might make your mom a little nervous. You could date a college guy for a year and maybe get 2 phone calls the whole time.
If you’re living next door to someone, surely it’s common sense that you should bend over backwards to get on with them?
But when 30 hit, let’s just say God and me were in a fight.
You go to youth group, you love Jesus, you meet someone, you graduate high school, you get married, and as the fairy tales say, “You live happily ever after.” When I was 19 I was ready. At 27, I understood and accepted that God was using the last few years to prepare me for marriage.
Growing up in the church, I thought I had a solid understanding of how my story would play out.
No matter how you choose to word it, being single was never in my plans.