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Wat_Tyler said:
Happy Sunday, Usual Suspects.


I suppose that we have rounded ourselves up this morning . . . .



Straight Eight



Old engine sitting there,
I call you anvil
For that’s the era of technology
That you left behind
Barely
As you evolved
Over-engineered in every way
Except the course that Evolution took
Cro-Magnon killing off Neanderthals
Overbuilt, which is why you’re still here
Depression-era relic
A survivor from
The dim and musty past.
From when my grandfather
Was a young man
You two, virile at the same time
And very relevant.
The world was yours.
Your makers powered machines
Of the last Great War
And he went to subdue the enemies
Of Civilization.
He’s gone, and you’re here.
Having sat idle for 50 years
Stashed in a barn
A part of a project
A dream of a younger man
Now grown too old to pursue it
Past Dream Stage.
The seller floated
A Trial Balloon
To gauge interest.
Will some have you, or are
You fated to be junked?
Hell, I have several of these things
Projects for when Life slows a bit.
I’ll come to get you.
Salvage? Maybe Rescue
Yeah, that’s more like it.
Preservation . . . .
You were to have been
A Street Machine power plant.
I won’t make you that promise
But I will keep you from the scrap metal man
If only to delay
Your conversion into
Half a dozen electric “cars.”
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Fabulous writing, Wat.

Nice homage to a time that is gone…
 
Shingles symptoms started in July. I thought the first mark was a spider bite or something similar. Weeks later I definitely had a skin condition, so I made an appointment for a month later and bought calamine lotion for the itch. Now the symptoms are reduced. I might have nothing left to diagnose when I see the doc.
 
Wonderer67 said:
I remember seeing that movie with a bunch of my army buddies. I just remember saying, “that is either the worst movie I’ve ever seen, or the best movie I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure which.”
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It does have some good dialogue. It does have some funny moments. I like it as a series of snapshots as opposed to a series of vignettes.
 
Quiet reflection on a random Sunday afternoon...

Dating over 50 is certainly not for the faint of heart. By the time we reach this age, we’re no longer entering relationships as blank slates. We come with stories, scars, triumphs, and disappointments. Everyone carries a suitcase of history, some heavier than others, and that weight makes us cautious.

The biggest challenge for me isn’t meeting people. It’s motivating myself to even try. Dating apps, introductions, chance encounters, they all hold possibility, but the energy it takes to open up, to risk again, feels huge. I’ve learned to protect myself. I listen closely to words, quietly observe actions, and never ignore my nstincts. And when something feels off, even in the smallest way, I don’t ignore it. I RUN.

It’s not that I don’t want connection. I do. But by now, I’ve learned two things with certainty:

1. I know what I don’t want.
2. I recognize a genuine connection the moment I feel it.

That “connection” doesn’t always mean romance. Sometimes it’s a stimulating conversation that challenges me to think. Sometimes it’s shared humor, mutual passions, or even the unspoken comfort of being understood without explanation. Wherever it comes from, I know it when it arrives.

And yet, connection doesn’t always lead to permanence. Barriers exist. Whether that be geography, timing, complicated circumstances, or simply life. What’s different at this stage is that I no longer force something just because it feels good in the moment. I’ve learned the cost of compromising myself, and I'm not willing to pay it again.

The truth is, dating over 50 is less about chasing romance and more about navigating trust. I question intentions. I wonder if sincerity is real or just another layer of charm. I’ve lived long enough to know that words don’t always match actions, and that realization makes me cautious - even jaded at times.

Still, there’s a beauty in this stage of life. With all the skepticism, there’s also clarity. We may not always know who’s right for us, but we know without hesitation who is not. We know that love, if it comes, should bring peace instead of turmoil, light instead of shadows. We know that connection is precious, but it should never come at the cost of our balance or self-respect.

And so, I keep moving forward - guarded, wiser, maybe slower to open up, but also more certain of myself than ever before. Because dating over 50 isn’t about filling a void. It’s about finding someone who doesn’t weigh us down with their baggage, but walks beside us, carrying their own with honesty and grace.

Love at this age doesn’t need fireworks; it needs steadiness, sincerity, and the comfort of knowing we’re finally safe to be ourselves.

In the end, dating over 50 isn’t about finding someone to complete us. It’s about finding someone who respects the life we’ve already built and chooses to walk beside us.


Dedicated to Matt.
 
Stxhm said:
Quiet reflection on a random Sunday afternoon...

Dating over 50 is certainly not for the faint of heart. By the time we reach this age, we’re no longer entering relationships as blank slates. We come with stories, scars, triumphs, and disappointments. Everyone carries a suitcase of history, some heavier than others, and that weight makes us cautious.

The biggest challenge for me isn’t meeting people. It’s motivating myself to even try. Dating apps, introductions, chance encounters, they all hold possibility, but the energy it takes to open up, to risk again, feels huge. I’ve learned to protect myself. I listen closely to words, quietly observe actions, and never ignore my nstincts. And when something feels off, even in the smallest way, I don’t ignore it. I RUN.

It’s not that I don’t want connection. I do. But by now, I’ve learned two things with certainty:

1. I know what I don’t want.
2. I recognize a genuine connection the moment I feel it.

That “connection” doesn’t always mean romance. Sometimes it’s a stimulating conversation that challenges me to think. Sometimes it’s shared humor, mutual passions, or even the unspoken comfort of being understood without explanation. Wherever it comes from, I know it when it arrives.

And yet, connection doesn’t always lead to permanence. Barriers exist. Whether that be geography, timing, complicated circumstances, or simply life. What’s different at this stage is that I no longer force something just because it feels good in the moment. I’ve learned the cost of compromising myself, and I'm not willing to pay it again.

The truth is, dating over 50 is less about chasing romance and more about navigating trust. I question intentions. I wonder if sincerity is real or just another layer of charm. I’ve lived long enough to know that words don’t always match actions, and that realization makes me cautious - even jaded at times.

Still, there’s a beauty in this stage of life. With all the skepticism, there’s also clarity. We may not always know who’s right for us, but we know without hesitation who is not. We know that love, if it comes, should bring peace instead of turmoil, light instead of shadows. We know that connection is precious, but it should never come at the cost of our balance or self-respect.

And so, I keep moving forward - guarded, wiser, maybe slower to open up, but also more certain of myself than ever before. Because dating over 50 isn’t about filling a void. It’s about finding someone who doesn’t weigh us down with their baggage, but walks beside us, carrying their own with honesty and grace.

Love at this age doesn’t need fireworks; it needs steadiness, sincerity, and the comfort of knowing we’re finally safe to be ourselves.

In the end, dating over 50 isn’t about finding someone to complete us. It’s about finding someone who respects the life we’ve already built and chooses to walk beside us.


Dedicated to Matt.
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DAMN!
That's one of the most poignantly beautiful and moving things I've ever READ IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!

All I can add, is NEVER give up on the "fairy tale" as I am blessed enough to be living it as we speak and hopefully, YOU WILL TOO!

I've not shared it before, but I found my paradise through the most tragic event... the loss of a lifelong best friend... the kind of friend I'd take a bullet for, or send thousands for... tight since the first and fifth grade (he was the older one)...

He finally married, later in life and it was the FIRST and ONLY time that I ever saw him happy....
I gave myself to his widow (who had endured more loss than one should ever know) and I can say, with true honesty, I'm the most blessed and fortunate man on the planet...
I don't take that lightly and She will NEVER be taken for granted!
 
Stxhm said:
Quiet reflection on a random Sunday afternoon...

Dating over 50 is certainly not for the faint of heart. By the time we reach this age, we’re no longer entering relationships as blank slates. We come with stories, scars, triumphs, and disappointments. Everyone carries a suitcase of history, some heavier than others, and that weight makes us cautious.

The biggest challenge for me isn’t meeting people. It’s motivating myself to even try. Dating apps, introductions, chance encounters, they all hold possibility, but the energy it takes to open up, to risk again, feels huge. I’ve learned to protect myself. I listen closely to words, quietly observe actions, and never ignore my nstincts. And when something feels off, even in the smallest way, I don’t ignore it. I RUN.

It’s not that I don’t want connection. I do. But by now, I’ve learned two things with certainty:

1. I know what I don’t want.
2. I recognize a genuine connection the moment I feel it.

That “connection” doesn’t always mean romance. Sometimes it’s a stimulating conversation that challenges me to think. Sometimes it’s shared humor, mutual passions, or even the unspoken comfort of being understood without explanation. Wherever it comes from, I know it when it arrives.

And yet, connection doesn’t always lead to permanence. Barriers exist. Whether that be geography, timing, complicated circumstances, or simply life. What’s different at this stage is that I no longer force something just because it feels good in the moment. I’ve learned the cost of compromising myself, and I'm not willing to pay it again.

The truth is, dating over 50 is less about chasing romance and more about navigating trust. I question intentions. I wonder if sincerity is real or just another layer of charm. I’ve lived long enough to know that words don’t always match actions, and that realization makes me cautious - even jaded at times.

Still, there’s a beauty in this stage of life. With all the skepticism, there’s also clarity. We may not always know who’s right for us, but we know without hesitation who is not. We know that love, if it comes, should bring peace instead of turmoil, light instead of shadows. We know that connection is precious, but it should never come at the cost of our balance or self-respect.

And so, I keep moving forward - guarded, wiser, maybe slower to open up, but also more certain of myself than ever before. Because dating over 50 isn’t about filling a void. It’s about finding someone who doesn’t weigh us down with their baggage, but walks beside us, carrying their own with honesty and grace.

Love at this age doesn’t need fireworks; it needs steadiness, sincerity, and the comfort of knowing we’re finally safe to be ourselves.

In the end, dating over 50 isn’t about finding someone to complete us. It’s about finding someone who respects the life we’ve already built and chooses to walk beside us.


Dedicated to Matt.
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I only wish I could write like that!
Thanks for sharing your beautiful thoughts and deep feelings!
 
Stxhm said:
Quiet reflection on a random Sunday afternoon...

Dating over 50 is certainly not for the faint of heart. By the time we reach this age, we’re no longer entering relationships as blank slates. We come with stories, scars, triumphs, and disappointments. Everyone carries a suitcase of history, some heavier than others, and that weight makes us cautious.

The biggest challenge for me isn’t meeting people. It’s motivating myself to even try. Dating apps, introductions, chance encounters, they all hold possibility, but the energy it takes to open up, to risk again, feels huge. I’ve learned to protect myself. I listen closely to words, quietly observe actions, and never ignore my nstincts. And when something feels off, even in the smallest way, I don’t ignore it. I RUN.

It’s not that I don’t want connection. I do. But by now, I’ve learned two things with certainty:

1. I know what I don’t want.
2. I recognize a genuine connection the moment I feel it.

That “connection” doesn’t always mean romance. Sometimes it’s a stimulating conversation that challenges me to think. Sometimes it’s shared humor, mutual passions, or even the unspoken comfort of being understood without explanation. Wherever it comes from, I know it when it arrives.

And yet, connection doesn’t always lead to permanence. Barriers exist. Whether that be geography, timing, complicated circumstances, or simply life. What’s different at this stage is that I no longer force something just because it feels good in the moment. I’ve learned the cost of compromising myself, and I'm not willing to pay it again.

The truth is, dating over 50 is less about chasing romance and more about navigating trust. I question intentions. I wonder if sincerity is real or just another layer of charm. I’ve lived long enough to know that words don’t always match actions, and that realization makes me cautious - even jaded at times.

Still, there’s a beauty in this stage of life. With all the skepticism, there’s also clarity. We may not always know who’s right for us, but we know without hesitation who is not. We know that love, if it comes, should bring peace instead of turmoil, light instead of shadows. We know that connection is precious, but it should never come at the cost of our balance or self-respect.

And so, I keep moving forward - guarded, wiser, maybe slower to open up, but also more certain of myself than ever before. Because dating over 50 isn’t about filling a void. It’s about finding someone who doesn’t weigh us down with their baggage, but walks beside us, carrying their own with honesty and grace.

Love at this age doesn’t need fireworks; it needs steadiness, sincerity, and the comfort of knowing we’re finally safe to be ourselves.

In the end, dating over 50 isn’t about finding someone to complete us. It’s about finding someone who respects the life we’ve already built and chooses to walk beside us.


Dedicated to Matt.
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Nicely put. Matches a lot of my experience and the conclusions I have drawn from it/them.


Stick around, please. I think you fit in here nicely. This is a damned fine crowd o' folks.
 
Stxhm said:
Quiet reflection on a random Sunday afternoon...

Dating over 50 is certainly not for the faint of heart. By the time we reach this age, we’re no longer entering relationships as blank slates. We come with stories, scars, triumphs, and disappointments. Everyone carries a suitcase of history, some heavier than others, and that weight makes us cautious.

The biggest challenge for me isn’t meeting people. It’s motivating myself to even try. Dating apps, introductions, chance encounters, they all hold possibility, but the energy it takes to open up, to risk again, feels huge. I’ve learned to protect myself. I listen closely to words, quietly observe actions, and never ignore my nstincts. And when something feels off, even in the smallest way, I don’t ignore it. I RUN.

It’s not that I don’t want connection. I do. But by now, I’ve learned two things with certainty:

1. I know what I don’t want.
2. I recognize a genuine connection the moment I feel it.

That “connection” doesn’t always mean romance. Sometimes it’s a stimulating conversation that challenges me to think. Sometimes it’s shared humor, mutual passions, or even the unspoken comfort of being understood without explanation. Wherever it comes from, I know it when it arrives.

And yet, connection doesn’t always lead to permanence. Barriers exist. Whether that be geography, timing, complicated circumstances, or simply life. What’s different at this stage is that I no longer force something just because it feels good in the moment. I’ve learned the cost of compromising myself, and I'm not willing to pay it again.

The truth is, dating over 50 is less about chasing romance and more about navigating trust. I question intentions. I wonder if sincerity is real or just another layer of charm. I’ve lived long enough to know that words don’t always match actions, and that realization makes me cautious - even jaded at times.

Still, there’s a beauty in this stage of life. With all the skepticism, there’s also clarity. We may not always know who’s right for us, but we know without hesitation who is not. We know that love, if it comes, should bring peace instead of turmoil, light instead of shadows. We know that connection is precious, but it should never come at the cost of our balance or self-respect.

And so, I keep moving forward - guarded, wiser, maybe slower to open up, but also more certain of myself than ever before. Because dating over 50 isn’t about filling a void. It’s about finding someone who doesn’t weigh us down with their baggage, but walks beside us, carrying their own with honesty and grace.

Love at this age doesn’t need fireworks; it needs steadiness, sincerity, and the comfort of knowing we’re finally safe to be ourselves.

In the end, dating over 50 isn’t about finding someone to complete us. It’s about finding someone who respects the life we’ve already built and chooses to walk beside us.


Dedicated to Matt.
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Beautifully written.

I wish you luck on your journey.
 
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