Dating after divorce at 40
I'd come home from dates and punch up Candi-date Number 3. We'd compare, like old people, "our" music versus "their" music.We'd talk about the Jackson 5, Teddy Pendergrass, and the Whispers. We confessed that our first novels were an embarrassment.Click here to see which celebs found love later in life. I had women pull me aside and, in hushed tones, tell me about "the Egyptian" — a mysterious, swarthy Pan. The last time I wasn't half of a couple, Boy George wore eyeliner. My adored nephew Frankie, who moved in with me after my adored husband moved out, learned on his 22nd birthday that he had cancer.
Women spoke wistfully of their dates, which weren't so much "dates" as "appointments." I would have settled for a nonsensual magician at this point. Eventually, one of the candidates would win the election, otherwise known as my heart. Candi-date Number 2 was a Texas real estate entrepreneur. Once you’ve had the pleasure of cleaning the diaper of a small screaming human, or paying 0 to see Dora the Explorer Live on Stage, you realize that you are now way on down the list of importance. Maybe we failed miserably but we took the walk down the aisle, threw the wedding bouquet and put ourselves in debt to have a kick ass party.