I’m 55 to 64 years of age. I love to sing, play music, do needlepoint, bake, write poems and short stories, and play on my computer.
I have a few disabilities that limit mobility and make me hard to employ, but life is like that sometimes.
Never married, but had two significant others. One left me after nearly 25 years because I was diagnosed with cancer. Peach of a guy. The next love of my life (and honestly, the only true love of my life) passed away from a burst aneurysm in his brain about five years after we got together. No more men for me. I’m 55 to 64 years old. Don’t think it’s in the cards and I’m not looking.
This seems like too much information! However, it’s me!