So, I’m 65, divorced, and I recently started dating again. Obviously, when you’re my age, dating is a whole different ball-game than when you’re 25. To a large extent though, you still have to look just as enticing to your date. Yes, even though both you and your date are quite over the hill, you still have to have glimmers of a youthful appearance, in order for him to be attracted to you. I’m not being submissive, or old-fashioned when I say this either. The truth of the matters is that, whether I like it about myself or not, I’m somewhat subconsciously (somewhat consciously) looking for the same thing in him – glimpses of youthfulness.
The only problem is, it seems impossible to beat the ol’ biological clock. Every time I look in the mirror I seem to see a new wrinkle on face, and as healthy as I am, I’m often taken aback by a a new ache or pain that has made a temporary / permanent home inside my muscle tissue. Suffice it to say that, it’s tough to find solutions that improve my appearance, while at the same time, improve my physical comfort level.
While out on a date one night, at a very nice contemporary pan asian bistro, my date and I began talking about things you’re really not supposed to talk about on a first date – the details of age and appearance. Only one year younger than I, I found that he too felt a bit self-concious about his own aging process. After a few glasses of wine, we started playfully pointing out little signs of one another’s age. I didn’t think it would hit me so hard, but one of the things he said that really stuck with me was, “and, I guess for women your age, varicose veins are pretty much unavoidable, huh? Though very offended, I finished out the night with him, and as you might imagine, that was our one and only outing together.
With the comment constantly on my mind all that following week, I started to notice that, yes, maybe I do have varicose veins, and perhaps my legs have been aching a bit more than usual lately. Coming to this realization, I got online, browsed a vast assortment of compression stockings, and decided to order a pair of Jobst Ultrasheer Thigh High 15-20. You know what? They definitely help with my aching legs, but they also treat and cover up my varicose veins, resulting in a pretty attractive leg appearance, if I do say so myself.
A Happy Ending
On my following date, as you might imagine, I wore my new compression stockings, and I felt as confident as ever. In addition to that, my friendly date and I avoided awkward conversation about personal aesthetics, and talked about more important things like values and upbringing.
It’s now 7 months later, and I find myself happy, with the very same man. Yes, he’s seen my bare legs, and hasn’t said a thing about my veins. One of the reasons for this is probably because they’ve reduced since wearing the stockings, but I’d also like to think that it’s more so because he’s a polite guy.