I understood why my wife left me. Once we retired in our late fifties, we realized that we shared no interests and no longer enjoyed being together. Raising kids and working let you ignore drifting apart, but being together each day in retirement exposes the problem. She liked shopping, TV and exercising. Me, I liked playing golf.
She is still a beautiful woman, and she found another guy, a tough thing to do when you live in a golf community in South Florida where the competition for single men is brutal and the competitors are tenacious. That she snagged one proves she was pretty special, but I really didn't care. I was happy that after splitting our assets, I could survive pretty well on half of the pension my generous former firm paid me. Most important, I kept our place on the golf course and could keep doing what I enjoyed. But, I had to move on with my life and that included finding some female companionship interested in a 60 year old who cared about golf and who wanted to explore some new games in the sack. So, I began formulating my plan.
Before I could start my pursuit, I had to become more appealing. I'm not bad looking at all, but I am not real tall and I am a little bit chubbier, about 175, than I should be. I started by watching my diet, exercising more, and hiring a trainer. Of course, I played a lot of golf, but that did not count for the type of exercise I needed. Now there were some changes I would not make. I dress mostly in golf clothes, and I had no intention of becoming some stylish guy. Also, I refused to go buy fancy cars or other symbols of prowess even though I could probably afford them. The goal was to be a down to earth, casual, slimmer guy.
I realized I had to be really specific about the woman I sought. In a South Florida golf community, the sorriest of single men is highly sought after and I was already attracting attention from five very focused single women. I could not be lazy and simply be caught by the most persistent. I resisted them as I conceived the attributes of my ideal woman, a woman who met my desires, including satisfying the sexual fantasies that occupied my thoughts every night as I was falling asleep.
Capturing the fountain of youth through my dream lady was not a goal. I did not want someone much younger than I. My rule of thumb was that she had to be old enough to remember the Sixties, the Beatles and the other events that shaped our generation. I can talk to a woman of that age, but probably not someone much younger.
She must love to play golf, such a nice way to spend a day with someone you care about. She did not have to be that good, just love to play. I am not that good even though I play a lot, but I knew that I was nice to play with, kept my temper and my sense of humor, and supported my playing companion. Golf and romance mix.
She had to be smart, up on current affairs and intellectually curious. I pictured us reading on the couch, she would be naked and I would be caressing her. She might put my cock in her mouth occasionally but more about that later.