Simon and Garfunkel's song title is applicable to the turbulent boomer dating waters. I have been rejected by my first two online dating hopefuls. My choices: spend the rest of my life living alone or jump into the over-50 dating pool.
It's a consistently divisive issue, and I'm surprised how stubbornly contentious it remains. Having run into several issues over the years, I am still debating the pros and cons of those choices. If you are over 30 and/or divorced, you have probably had your heart broken, and so has the person you are dating.
It's a love letter of sorts, in that the guy who wrote it was genuinely interested in her. My problem is not the men I meet, though living in a rural Pennsylvania makes it difficult to meet anyone who doesn't spend his weekends in camouflage tracking deer.
My problem is that being with someone other than my former husband still feels like cheating.
If we end up grabbing drinks later and a woman insists on paying, I really like that a lot.