Starting Again

On Dating in the Sixth Decade

That’s what the dating site tells me and to reinforce the fact of my matching, I get a small beating red heart. Why is my real heart not beating like my faux heart?

How long has it been? A decade – maybe more – since I decided I didn’t need to date and finding a match was easier for tennis than for romance.

In my sixth decade, in a new country where I’ve had to re-invent my life, where I have to learn how to write a PhD, where it takes a month to learn to cross the street safely, I have nothing left to lose. Or fear.

The worst outcome is no outcome, the middle outcome is I might make a new friend, the best is I might actually find myself in a romance.