Welcome to my dating blog called 55 and Single!

You guessed it! I'm 55 years old, and I am single (not by my own doing - my much younger husband deserted me and fled to his Bosnian homeland, without so much as a second thought). His advice to me was simply: move on and live your life. So that is what I intend to do, and I am going to chronicle my adventures using various dating websites, blind dates, or whomever I happen to meet that is interested in dating.

I am new to the dating scene (had two marriages: 1st one lasted 28 years; 2nd one lasted 5 years). It's a scary world out here, women, and the rules and expectations have changed dramatically since I was last single. Being a "cougar" also adds to the mix, so I hope you will check back on my progress. Feel free to share your thoughts as I journey alone in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.

Happy reading!

55 and SINGLE!

55 and SINGLE!
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Date #2 - Monsieur Frenchman, April 21, 2010

So I met Pepe La Pew at the same Starbucks, and he was just as handsome as his picture, except he was missing his foo-manchu, which made him way less sexy. So our plan was for him to talk French to me (my french was rusty) and I was to help him with his English. I should have known when he texted me in French if I had bought some condoms, that I was in trouble. I immediately texted him back and said there would definitely be no sex on our first date!!! Has it been that long? Do women give it up immediately? Haven't they read Steve Harvey's book? Maybe I'm just feeling prudish and still holding out for my husband or something. Anyhow we chatted and he bought me some kind of ice tea lemonade slush drink, which I nursed nervously. He told me I was more beautiful than my profile picture and said that he was definitely interested. So we went for a walk along the river valley, holding hands, and still conversing. We stopped at a park bench and he started ravishing me with sloppy kisses. Yikes I thought. So I kept turning away and laughing all the while. So he nestled his lips in my ears and hair and neck. Remembering that I haven't been touched by a man in 6 months, I was enjoying all of this action but I felt like I was cheating on my absentee husband. So it was getting late, and he wasn't coming forward with any dinner plans, so I told him I couldn't have him come back to my place, as I just didn't do that on the first date, after all he could have been Ted Bundy. At any rate, I offered to give him a ride home (since he said he was going to walk home: translation - broke, no money for bus. So he fondled me and kissed me goodnight and told me to SMS him. I think that means to text him.

Note to self: You don't want another new immigrant, learning ESL, living in a storefront with 2 roommates with a) no job; b) no place of his own; c) no money, and d) no car. Not that I'm superficial, but I have a tendency to settle for sexiness over being able to provide. Thumbs down.


  1. Sounds like Pepe Le Pew stunk !!!

  2. LMAO...if you had bought some condoms? GROSS. LOL. ALERT ALERT TROUBLE.