An adorable little boy awkwardly piles groceries on the eye-level conveyor belt at the supermarket. I am supposed to be negotiating the debit machine, but instead I can't take my eyes off his little Giants outfit and mop of curly hair. The father looks at me with a degree of...

I don't date because I'm 56.

I dated many, MANY men in my younger years. Perhaps one is only entitled to x number of dates and kisses and orgasms, and I've no doubt surpassed that quota tenfold.

I also don't date because all the men I dated seem...

"Do you want to go out with my ex-husband?"

The first time I asked this question I was seated next to my friend Cindy at a sushi bar; she responded by almost choking on her ginger. "You want to set me up with Chris?" she stammered, both confused and...

"Can you remember how to make Grandma's strawberry shortcake?" Erin asks brightly on the phone. "I just remember that she used Bisquick, and there was sugar involved."

I hesitate. "Honey, I never got that recipe from Grandma before she died. I've tried faking it a few times but haven't...

The animal-loving, beach-walking Buddhist attorney stares at me with dreamy eyes from his dating website page. Studying my computer screen as if it were the Mona Lisa, I am drawn to his thicket of graying hair (a little wild around the ears), his comforting crows' feet, and his devilish smile....