So I was complaining to my chiropracter today that the only man in my life was my little doggie Shadow who accompanies me everywhere. I told him I’d just about given up on men.
He’s a good looking guy in his 50s and instead of coming up with some platitude like “it’s never too late,” he said “I don’t think it’s too late. You just have to believe it can happen. You have a very charming way of bantering and chatting,” or something like that. He implied that I was still a contender in the dating sweepstakes. I was really flattered that the man actually noticed me and thought I was attractive.
Wow! Maybe someone else will notice how cute I am.