I see the point, but also want to mention that there are degrees of everything.
You never know who will stay healthy, get ill or need funds.
Harry, divorced at 57, told me this story: “I always wanted to be a good dancer.
You may even feel like the effort isn't worth it anymore leading you to give up on your dreams of finding a man to love who loves you.
I even met one recently who had just won her class in an Iron Man contest (basically a triathlon on steroids) for age 64-69.
But there is a definite demographic shift going on when it comes to our relationships.
It is not a term that I – nor, I suspect, anyone else not coupled-up in their fifties – is that keen on.
It makes us sound like we spend our evenings forlornly signalling to each other across a creaky old dance floor by waving our Zimmer frames, while our hearing aids whistle shrilly. I know fiftysomething women who are running marathons, starting businesses …