Why this blog?

So I recently started to go back out into the dating scene. I have been single for a while, but it was by choice. With all my friends becoming couples and my career in a good place I really don’t have an excuse to be single any longer. Now, I am not a new comer to the bar scene having bartended for over twenty years, but being behind the bar there was an unconscious “wall of protection”. The magic of being a bartender is that you can create your own client list of people you want to serve – annoying customers are swallowing their spit waiting for a drink. You only serve the people that look good and tip well- over fifty need not apply. God has a vicious sense of humor because now I am fifty waiting for a bartender to serve me. I HATE going out to clubs because all I see are young looking kids treating me kindly. I keep thinking they are trying to earn a Boy Scout badge for helping the elderly until I realize that they probably never even heard of the “Boy Scouts”! Being a third grade teacher I am constantly reminded that I am out of fashion. I have become the “pull my finger” uncle that is haunted by the sounds of my mother’s voice coming out of my mouth; “It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye”, “I don’t want to hear a tall tale; I want to hear the truth”, I blame the era in which I grew up. Really now, people were “Lost in Space”, we had “The Flying Nun”, and who could forget the witchy wife in “Bewitched” all characters that molded my Character Ed- I still twitch my nose whenever I want to disappear.

I recently dated a 29 year old who could identify with a vision of the flying nun, seems he had seen one after a bad ecstasy trip. It was so much easier when I was young and cute and everything I did was “charming”. At fifty forgetting your house keys isn’t being a scatter brain, its being on the road to Alzheimer.

I don’t want to turn into one of those bitter “used to be’s” who stand at a bar and whine and gripe about how “the kids today don’t know how to enjoy themselves!” “The music is so loud!” or the person who is bald and over weight that orders chinesse food take out and have their rented DVD under the arm, complaining that there aren't enough soy sauce packets. I think some of my working out is so that I don't turn into that.

I am very realistic to the bar life and understand that everyone has their time and you shouldn’t over stay your welcome. I tell the whiner’s, “you are a visitor and the way things are are the way things are supposed to be. You had your time-let go. It is time for a new generation to make memories. Stay and observe and enjoy, or settle down and stay home! Night life is for people looking for life and love. So, I am here to prove that you are never too old to find true love and that happily ever after isn’t just for fairy tales! Join me in my search as we attend the most popular, and talked about parties and see if they live up to their reputation or are they just hype. Is the bar scene really a youth oriented scene, or is there a place for the fifty plus to belong? On this blog I will describe the parties from the eye of a fifty year old. I will search for my happily ever after and hopefully encourage you to come out and look for yours.