Accepting your aging body

I read a blog from Huffington post this morning from a 59 year old woman who wrote about an experience dating a 55 year old man. Her story was just like one of my worst fantasies about computer dating and why I will never do it. I say ‘one of’ my worst fantasies because the main worst scenario is meeting the person for a date and deciding within 5 minutes I never want to see him again; then having to tell him that, nicely, of course.

But this story is about meeting someone that seemed like he was going to be a great companion, only to find he “can’t be turned on by your aging body.”

It’s hard to maintain a good body image when you are aging. I have to keep telling myself “I’m great for 61” but I have to add that ‘…for 61’ to believe it. Even though I’m not overweight, my skin still hangs looser. My small breasts are a lot farther down on my chest; they used to be almost under my armpits now they are slowly migrating down towards my new, mushy belly. My thighs jiggle and my arms flap. I have almost no eyebrows.

So imagine dating some guy like this who you thought was going to be a great companion and you find out he’s an asshole.

No, I don’t want to go through the ‘trial and error’ of dating. I will meet someone or not; I can love myself. What I would really like is to have a crush on someone.  Someone who won’t be there in the morning!