Many people think that the way they feel in the beginning of a relationship will be captured forever if they get married. Or that marriage can be their sole source of happiness. Most people who've been married for awhile will tell you this isn't the case.
By the time we're in our 50s and beyond, our kids are grown and out the door, our careers are established, we're reasonably financially stable, and life isn't such a struggle. Simply put, we're more relaxed about most things and sex is often more fun. On that note, I've compiled my personal list of the 12 reasons sex is better after 50.
For most women, finding the right guy after 50 can be frustrating and tiresome. I've found the women who get out there and have fun dating and finding quality men have had these 10 traits in common that I want to share with you today.
Being single around the holidays, well, sucks. Common questions and comments at holiday gatherings not only include inquiries about my dating life, but also about desperately wanting to understand why I'm still single. Let's just put it out there that as an adult, it's challenging to meet people.
The fact that I'm fat -- yes, I said "fat," because it's an accurate adjective and not an insult -- does nothing to add or detract from my value as a person and as a woman of great worth.
When I was a junior in college, a friend and I went to see 'The Story of O', the sadomasochistic cult film. I don't remember how we got the idea to go, but I do remember worrying that I was betraying my entire Women's Lit class as well as my mother, who had told me growing up that I'd go to hell if I had sex before I got married.
Two months passed since our baby was born, and my husband and I hadn't had sex. No biggie, I thought. But then three months passed, and before we knew it, a freakin' year of celibacy had gone by.
I don't know exactly when I decided to ditch my husband, but my plan was to be free of him as soon as our youngest child graduated from high school. Now, a few years later, we're thriving together.
I could see the wrongness from a mile away. I had the good sense to push away the first night we met. I got out of the danger zone pretty quickly, but not without first giving him my phone number and getting a bad case of infatuation.
A few months ago, during my annual well woman visit, my gynecologist asked me if I was sexually active. I told her I was and, yes, I wanted a routine STD check. And then she informed me that I wouldn't have to worry about those for too much longer because, 'women stop having sex around 65.'
Ahh, JDate. The blessed bastion of matzo-loving mensches. I'm really excited to test the waters on this site. In large part because this little Catholic loves the Jews, and has been told by many of their most devoted that she would be quite welcome in the tribe.
I've talked in the past about how hard it is to ask for your sexual preferences in bed. But this is harder than just asking for your favorite position. Nonetheless, it's a non-negotiable necessity.
Do you want to have children, and if so, when? How many? How important is religion to you? Could you survive in household where there are two different, perhaps disparate views on religion? Are you gonna eat that?
When my marriage was running on fumes, my ex-husband would send me to Victoria's Secret with instructions to pick out something to his liking. 'Red,' he would say. Or 'animal print.' Or, finally, in desperation: 'anything you want,' which at that point was nothing that might lead to sex, the sex that was between two people with wildly incompatible desires and personas.
Just as it's a choice to criticize or blame our partners for what we think we're not getting in a relationship, it's also a choice to be grateful for what you have and for where you are in this moment. Gratitude can not only improve your attitude; it can help improve your love life, as well.
Approaching the venue in south London, I berated myself. Why on earth had I volunteered to strip off my clothes in front of people I'd never met before? In broad, pitiless daylight? With faltering steps, I persuaded myself to continue, although doubts continued to raise their ugly heads.