When I was in my twenties and thirties, I was already short, so I dated women much older than myself. I never ran short of good looking, very nice women to date.

Yet then already I heard women belly-ache how older men (fifties) want to date women in their twenties, and not women in their fifties.

This made me feel very positive about my future sex life. I said, then, that if then I already had women coming out of my ears, then when I hit fifty, I'd have to rent special rooms for the machines that dispense numbers which the women would need to take to see when their turn comes up.

So I hit fifty... and nothing.

Absolutely nothing, I am telling you.

I am now 57, and I get ignored like you wouldn't believe. By women. In their fifties.

Not only do I get snubbed by them, but women in their twenties, thirties, forties, sixties, seventies, eighties and ninties also all turn me down. I kid you not, I am so hard up and desparate that I actually asked a 93-year-old out last fall, but she was really gorgeous. She said "no", naturally. She thought I was way below her league, she wanted to set me up with a lady we both knew who could only get around on a motorized schooter, coz she was so fat. And she had a brushcut. The ninty-year-old thought I'd be a better match for her than for herself. She was eyeing to get the twenty-three year old bodybuilder in our philosophy discussion group.

So wtf.

I have stayed away from this fifties-only forum because I think it's all a load of crap. Nobody can tell me that women want guys in their fifties. It's not the guys who don't want the women, both being fifty. A guy, a real man, a real masch, a macho mucho guy, a guy with joingo, a guy with mojo, will go for any woman any age.

It's the women themselves who don't want the guys in their fifties.

Gad, I am witness to this, big time. I have been rejected by all (about three to five hundred) women in their fifties whom I asked out since I turned fifty.

So please. Don't give me any more of that old, old wives' tale.

I WANT an old wife's tail, and been mislead by the old wives' tale, because nobody sure ain't giving me none.

Sorry to say I think your ATTITUDE is you biggest draw back. Quit worrying about age & all that crap. Make friends, BE POLITE & take what comes. LOTS of FANTASTIC ladies here, both younger & older. I treat them all as LADIES & FRIENDS. I think they are all FRIENDS, have to ask them for sure. Friends & anything else is private.

hope by now you are in a very good relationship

I think scooter lady shows some promise.
The time would just whiz by.

Scooter ladies are a riot. Especially when they are first learning to operate the scooters. I would stand back though. Reminds me of operating a forklift and you want to back up. Or for that matter a 18 wheeler for the first time. One might think that it is going to go the same way as a normal vehicle. High mop boards. If you have a drink I would advise against putting it on a coffee table. Any kind of table. Some like it if you hook their electric cord up so that their batteries will recharge. It is a good idea to have a truck or a van in case their batteries wear down and they get stranded. Time can seem to whiz by just following them around. Especially when you get a bunch of them playing bumper cars. Having a good broom or a mop with a dust pan can make you a real handy man for them.

It sounds to me like you are just looking for sex. Most women our age want more than just sex, or friends with benefits. (I repeat, most - not all) Meet a woman, spend time getting to know her and you may be surprised. I want a man my age, but not one that acts like he is still in high school. I also am wondering how fast you approached those 3-5 hundred women, and just exactly how you approached them.

Thanks for the laugh!

Oldsage, you are right, if I wanted friends, then I would have a field day. But for an unfortunate celibate man friendship at this point is not where it's at.

But I am very distraught about having to admit publically that I indeed have made good friends on this site. Really nice people, both men and women. It's not the friends I have now that I bemoan -- it's the lack of a lover. The absence of one does not necessarily mean the absence of the other as well.

Tiniush, very nice of you to say that, but are you addressing me or Oldsage?

Soufiehere, I said to the ninety-year-old what I thought of her idea, and she whizzed around the corner to tell the schooter lady precisely what I said. The schooter lady never talked to me any more, the entire philosophy club turned on me, and I had to change my philosophy on future meetings with that philosophy club.

Trout, I know what you mean about driving weird vehicles. Once I almost killed myself by accident by driving something I oughtn't to have. I drove an ordinary farm tractor up a snow bank, because I was going too fast, and because I was in such panic that I could not find the clutch. I was not at the top yet when the tracktor backflipped. I fell in the snow, and for some divine providence I edged my upper body sideways, but left my feet in the same spot. Whump. Was what I heard a second later. First I checked my body for pain, still with my eyes closed. No pain. I opened my eyes, and saw all two thousand lbs of the tractor's motor where my torso had been just a second ago. My feet and my legs were under the tractor's seat, and if I had moved them, then the fender or wheel-guard of the tractor over the rear wheel would have simply cut me in two.

I wondered how long I needed to lie there, so I carved me self out of the snow, and jumped up-and-down for ten minutes, I was so incredibly joyous and raptorous due to not getting rupturous in my body.

I am still thinking over the same thought that entered my mind after the manic euphoria then over not dying. I wondered then as now, that if the tractor's motor fell on me, would I have died? Because there was a lot of soft snow. Packed, but still softer than concrete or even than ground. So it is conceivable that it would have pushed me into the snow, but not kill me instantly, like in some Benny Hill show where someone would fall off the roof, make an impression on soft ground, his friends would help him up, and under him would be their other friend even more impressed into the soft ground, angrily gesticulating.

Chances are that if I survived the fall, I would still have suffocated, but that's not what the question was about.

Synergized, why do you assume I want just sex and nothing else. No, I want to be in a relationship, much like you, or anyone else, save for those who don't. But if a person waits for a relationship to develop, then it's a long, long, wait. My patience has run out in this past seven years. Is this a sin? And you missed the point, because my behaviour has not changed in the last 30 years.

When I was a young lad, I wanted relationships, too, and got into them, and between relationships I had a few one-night stands, who doesn't, and all that time I kept hearhing women in their fifties say that they want a guy in their fifties. Now I am in myfifties, and no relationships, no in-betweens. Nothing. All I was trying to say, and gave my statement some evidence by showing that everything else was being equal, that people don't necessarily say the true meaning of what they want, and once they say it, maybe they are mistaken over what they believe they believe.

That's a lot of Rejection

... and that is only from the women I 'proached who were in their fifties. Sixties, seventies, eighties... and that one in her nineties. My original post would have been longer if I included rejections by all ages, but you guys got off lucky, simply coz I can't count that high.

I'm telling you, man. I am sorry for guys my age who have two gorgeous cheerleaders with vivacious personalities giving them two lapdances (one each) at the same time. You, too, must really hate your life, don't you. ;-)

I don't think it's a slow learning curve or a huge inaptitude in pattern recognition. I don't think that is the true reason I keep running headlong into brick walls. I think it's more due to the fact that once you have tasted the joy of sex, relationships and everything, you'll always be a joy-taster.

Something I have noticed is your open honesty.

Life is difficult on the inside lane

Thanks, Sharris. I don't know if I ought to thank you for your compliment. You see, it's not virtue that I speak of my wickedness so freely, but ... you know, I could play games too, and would be good at it too, but I just simply don't have the time for it.

I understand when others do it (not you, here), but it's not for me. It's a waste of time. For me not playing games is to be honestly and openly candid, (I can, I did), and if it's impossible under a given circumstances, then leave an unassailable impression in others that I am.

Especially when the inside lane is a dead-end cul-de-sac. Downright dangerous when it's slippery and wet.

My experience was just the opposite, Wux. It was like this act of God that I even got married the first time. She was working at a restaurant. Her mom had picked me out. They had a guy tell me that she was interested in me. She said that her nick name was Frankenstein. She was tall but not as tall as me. They had picked on her in school because of her height. They had picked on me when I came to America and called me Nazi. She gave me her lunch. I asked her to marry me. She said yes two weeks later. I let her know she wasn't Frankenstein but the bride of Frankenstein. I can remember our first child when they brought him out. Doctor Frankenstein had created life.

But now that I work at a nursing home I get all kind of offers from the residents. The younger female aides and nurses think it is funny. "Your woman has been calling you." "Which one?" "Aw, don't be that way. She loves you." When they tell you that they love you: Don't walk. Run. I would but one of the rules we are told is not to hide from the residents. Welcome to my nightmare.

Thank God for the wings. You would think I was the star attraction in a greased pig contest!

PMS?

donut sugar high!

I am not sure that the OP is being entirely honest, and I think he is joking. Some people do that on forums.