-“Doctor…I’m finally having the time of my life—my family doesn’t get it.”
Sandra X. is a gorgeous forty-something recently divorced lady that has a fulfilling professional life and an affectionate family of four—her mother and three children. But no husband. And therein lies the source of her strange emotional frustration. Her family cannot picture her without the formal company of a man at all times.
In prehistoric times a woman that had not found a steady mate by the time she was thirty years old was dismissed as a “singleton” that had “to dress the saints.” And if a woman lost her husband after 50 years old she had to care for grandchildren. But times have changed dramatically and now any woman can have a new start at any age, be it 40, 50, 60, and even 70 years old. There are many artistic, sports, gastronomic, travel opportunities, etc., for someone that has the time and means. Moreover, she can find new friends and even a good companion in the new activity.
Sandra X. decided to learn how to paint, something she had wanted for years. Finally, she had the opportunity and the financial means to assist to a course, prepare a small atelier at home and network with people interested in art. As she felt too old to start bar-hopping to reboot her social life and meet men, she decided to visit art galleries with the company of another lady who had become a widow. They were both surprised to meet so many educated, interesting people in a city like Miami that until recently had been considered as a cultural and civic morass.
In big cities that are constantly renovating their socio-cultural matrix, the possibility of connecting with different people in exciting settings is much higher than in more suburban and rural environments where patriarchal prejudices still hold power. Initially Sandra X. avoided to have sexual relationships but eventually she fell madly in love with young bohemian painter 20 years younger and with a cute ponytail. Coming form an Hispanic family, she fears the reaction of her children to her choice.
Still undecided whether to break the news to her kin or not, she had nonetheless decided to rent a big apartment in the tony Wynwood neighborhood to install a bigger atelier and create an alternative home to enjoy her passionate relationship.
What do you think? Please tell us.
Don’t leave me alone.
5 thoughts on “Being fabulously single”
I say, “go for it” you only live once and there are no do-overs!
Good morning and thanks for your commentary dear Del. I didn’t know that you had this “wild streak” in your spirit. What does your hubby feel about it?
I’d say ‘go for it’ too, dottore, but you know about my ‘wild streak,’ don’t you? Now, interestingly, lots of women would choose much younger stallions. Is it because they are young stallions, enduring and passionate, or women just want to feel wanted again, apart from boosting their self-esteem (and what better way than being with a younger guy)?
So, I’m saying ‘go for it’, enjoy being single. If younger men make you fulfilled and happy, then hell yes, whatever makes you happy.
I myself was never into boys. I tried once and it was damn awkward. His mom would call him the middle of the action to ask where he was, not to mention his pals asking him if they could hide at the balcony to watch him do it with an ‘experienced woman.’ Luckily, it didn’t last long so we never reached the point when he’d ask me to help him do the homework.
So, hm…no, not my cup of tea.
I remember once when a boy started hitting on me, my response was: I know this is going to sound terribly unsexy but don’t you think I could be your mom?! Needless to say, he left without saying a word.
Have a nice WE, dear.
Oh she’s back. Yuppy! I missed you like crazy dear. Good afternoon and thanks for this daring commentary. I’d rather not add anything. Enough said by you already.
Un baccione. Arrivederci!
And good night. Later…