This is Anne Marie. My husband died two years ago. I am 62-years-young and I am looking for love and romance.
I have no idea how to make that happen.
I am nervous about being in the dating market. Will anyone want to date me? I took care of a sick husband before he died. My world got small and I don’t know how to date or even what I like to do with a man. Do I know ‘what to do with a man’? Kiss, feel tingly, relax?
Maybe there’s a man in my neighborhood who is lonely and wants to share dinner or a movie. Maybe Mr. Right is right around the corner. What if he doesn’t like kisses? I like slow kisses.
What if the guy for me lives in another state? What then?
I am going to make dating a game. That’s the only way I can handle it. Have fun with it. Don’t take it too seriously. (Right…in the middle of being terrified.)
I’m a believer in positive outcomes. I’m a life coach who tells people that ‘something good is about to happen’. Something good can happen for me. Why, then, am I afraid?
It makes sense to give dating a try. Nothing lost, nothing gained. I can’t be any worse off, except for some possible ego harm when I get rejected.
I am going to date as many men as I can and be picky about who I choose. That’s it. I am clear about it – he has to earn the right to be with me. I commit to 100 coffee dates from this day forward. Which means I’m going to be turned away or have to reject a lot of possible suitors. This is good practice, right? Can I turn away men who don’t make the mark? What if I crush someone? What if they crush me?
I trust myself to wait for a man who makes me feel great. How do I know when Mr. Right becomes Mr. Wrong?
I am going to learn a lot about me. This is exciting and it makes me feel a little ill.