I wish I could say I haven't written since August because I found someone. But I can't and I haven't.
I wish I could say that it was only because my online shop, Carmel Gifts, keeps me busy 24/7 but I can't and it doesn't.
I have been busy with health issues with one of my children, unfortunately, but this will pass too, and it will no longer be an excuse as to why I haven't written for months on end.
The real reason I haven't written is because I am sparing my loyal readers the humorless diatribes about how truly hard it is to find someone suitable after age 50.
I was recently introduced to someone who was head over heels crazy about me, offering the whole relationship package, who even lives on my favorite street in Haifa. He immediately started inviting me to do relationship-y things before we had built up to that. (No, I don't want to come over for a bowl of soup. Take me out to a nice restaurant you idiot). Lo and behold, I realized what it was like to date a woman who wants a relationship. Pretty scary stuff.
I know that if I had felt that whole love at first sight magic (crap?) I would have gone with the flow. But I didn't and I didn't.
For ages, I never bothered to answer mail on sites from men that were just inappropriate from the get go. Now I do, because I am tired of being nice. I just answer them why they think I would interested in someone separated (yeah, right) with no picture who can only describe himself as "live and let live". Uh huh. I see real potential there.
I answer the 30 year old who asks if I've ever been with someone aged 30, with a yes, when I was 30.
I answer the 65 year old that I am not interested in being anyone's younger woman, but if he were 85 and sitting on a great portfolio, we'd have something to talk about.
I answer the 40 year old single man who wants a family, that I am not interested in waiting until he meets a 35 year old woman with a ticking uterus.
I am still formulating an answer for the woman who tells me that I am a closet lesbian and that if I would just meet her I could discover my inner truth.
I am teetering on the brink of not caring if I meet anyone or not. But who knows? Maybe someone will show up in time to pull me back from the edge.