Ladies, ladies. True, at our age they are probably not knocking the door down, as in our younger years. BUT, they also are not all the selfish, self-centered, whore-dogs they were of their youth. Lets face it. No one is knocking their door down either, except for those oh-so-sad ladies who read the obits to determine when an eligible man is there.
The FWB thing, I kind of fell into.
I used him and he used me as sounding boards on "What are (insert approprite sex) thinking" kind of thing, so we had a very frank, open relationship to begin with. The more time we spent together, the more comfortable it became, although I never had any fantasies of being in love. Finally, when he made 'a move' we talked about it, and VOILA. I admit it would not be for everybody. I'm amazed it has worked for me. So far, so good. We are neither one teenagers, and just because we go to dinner doesn't mean an intense night of necking, etc. It often means we bring home scraps to our respective dogs, kiss good night at the door, see ya.
Last night he came over for a quick dinner before we went to the annual Christmas parade/lighting/fireworks, which I can now see as it is only a few blocks from my house. Afterwards we came in and watched a movie. Then he went home. No big deal. Enough company to keep you from going batty, no so much you feel obligated or smothered.
Some of my friends feel this 'holds me back' from moving into a REAL relationship, but truthfully, I'm not ready for that. May never be, but that doesn't mean I died.
