How does one look back on a year such as mine? Three years ago, I ventured out into one of the scariest places I think I’ve ever been. Post divorce, 40-something, straddled with debt that wasn’t all mine, looking forward to fewer years to earn back the losses than I had behind me. While many would say I look good for my age, the fact that they had to add the phrase “for my age” said it all. I was divorced, single with more children than most, struggling to avoid bankruptcy, and wondering how I was going to pay the bills and put food on the table. I was frightened. I was destitute. I was humiliated and ashamed. I was alone. To make things better, I blew an engine on one car, and dropped the rear differential out of another. I had no credit, no cash, no clue what an engine or a rear differential was, and nowhere to turn. I was terrified. I wondered, often, how and if I was going to survive. I was also 40-something and it was only a matter of time before the aging process we all must eventually succumb to, became no longer disguisable. Further, I still had children at home, lots of them, and would probably retire (if that was still even a possibility for me) with them at home. Not exactly the formula for finding someone to spend your golden years with before you actually get to your golden years. Continue reading
Oh, my! ‘Tis the snuggle season that’s for sure and several of my bloggy friends out there are bringing up the topic on everyone’s mind (or, at least, theirs)…sex. But is it really sex that is on people’s minds or is it romance, is it relationship, is it something else altogether? This post is a response to several other posts posted in the blogosphere earlier this week as well as my own personal convoluted thought path travelled in response to these various posts.
A Tale of 4 Blog Posts
The first post found here at Big Little Wolf’s Daily Plate of Crazy, talks about the confusion that can arise between the terms “sex” and “lovemaking”. Go there read it and return more informed about some of the thinking that gave rise (no pun intended) to my own post (also no pun intended) here. In a nutshell she poses a great many good questions on the topic with the ultimate being what is the difference between love-making and sex.
Add to that, this new blog friend at To Be Determined who is traveling down the post-divorce single path with me, though at a much earlier stage in her life. Like me, she’s often wished there were some sort of dating rulebook. Unlike me she still has her 30’s ahead of her and because of this her dating options are much greater than are mine though, admittedly, I am more fortunate in this regard than many. She also, as far as I can tell, doesn’t have the added complexity of trying to be a great mommy and trying to carve out time with another adult even if that time is merely coffee or a movie. Even so, my new friend at To Be Determined has dealt with the difficult issues and challenges divorce creates and I do wish I’d had her courage to blog more seriously and more intelligently about my own journey. Kudos in a big way to her for doing that!
The third post, and one that rather struck a bit of a nerve with me is the one that jassnight at The Critical Path wrote today. He talks about the nature of sex with older men, from the man’s perspective and he uses the really nice metaphor of running in the Master’s Division when competing in a marathon. He deals with how sex is viewed by men and how that view changes as men age.
And then, after all these ideas were simmering on the back burner of my mind, and as I was trying to find a quick easy recipe for those red potatoes I have in the fridge to go with the roast I’m attempting to destroy in the slow cooker (because, yes, once again, I am here with you and not watching the stove like I should be) I came across this most depressing thing. Of course, all the mom’s there are like, what, 35 and under, if that, but never mind. This last site only served to make me ask myself these questions:
- What defines hot?
- Who’s deciding?
- Do I qualify?
- Do I care?
I won’t be answering those particular questions here in depth, other than to say:
- I have no clue what men think is hot. What I’ve heard from my male friends is all over the board. This confuses me.
- I don’t know who’s deciding. I think I am. I think I’m more interested in just being comfortable with me in my own skin.
- I don’t know if I qualify as hot. It always makes me feel a bit uncomfortable to hear those words in reference to me. (I’m sure if I was totally in love with someone and he were saying that about me I’d have no problem, at least, I hope not!)
- Yeah, sadly, if I were to be honest, I think I do. I also think I care less and less with each passing day, not in a give up sort of way, but because I’m finding so much more of value to care about.
Things Are Different Over Here
It is tough being female, over 40 and single in our youth oriented culture, even if you look great. If you look good, or average or worse than average (however you would define that and most women are much harder on themselves than they ought to be) things get tougher, that is, if male companionship of a physical nature matters to them. It is tougher being female, over 40, single and wanting to experience a fantastic relationship someday before you die…or before you check in at the retirement home. There’s just so much of life to share with another person and having another adult around, if the relationship is healthy,it is energizing and motivating. Two people in a good relationship with each other can provide strength, encouragement, affection, intimacy. They can spot each other when one needs a break or is facing stresses. They can encourage each other to be better than either of them could be alone. They can challenge each other toward optimum growth in all areas of life. They can be there to stave off loneliness and support each other during the rough spots of life. They can build something together that is bigger than the both of them. Something that connects to the people and world around them and which makes a positive difference to all. This experience, while rare, is still a good thing. But how does it happen? For the woman suddenly single in her mid-40’s, the struggle with self-esteem issues that naturally accompany divorce can be exacerbated by the fact that if her 40’s are nearly over her opportunities for love seem to be diminishing and the rumor is, well, 50 is a big number. Besides, when a man of the same age can effectively court, woo, seduce or whatever a woman half his age and many of them do, how’s she to feel about what she’s got to bring to the table? Likely she’s got kids, responsibilities, a house payment, yard work, laundry and a job. Sadly in our culture the chipped nails due to weeding and the dry, cracked dishwasher hands just don’t shout “Hottie!” to most passersby. Younger women often come with half this amount of “baggage” and much tighter firmer (or, at least smaller) bottoms too boot.
If You Ain’t Hot, What Have You Got?
In our youth oriented culture, we worship the exterior. This leads us to assess each other on the external factors in our lives. We consider the quality of the cars we drive, the addresses of our homes, how neatly manicured the lawns are and whether or not the person has good job. Others even make assessments based on what kind of job the person has. While we are greatly privileged with many choices in this country and the ability to chose possessions that we like and which reflect our perceptions of ourselves, does this mean that in every case the vehicle reflects the person? Does this mean in every case that the job reflects the woman or man? Does this mean that I am somehow inadequate, because my yard is not perfectly edged and my walkway needs repair? Am I my job? Am I my wardrobe?
Let’s take this one step further, and address physical beauty. What is beautiful? What is sexy? What is hot? It’s a pretty common understanding that women’s standards of beauty are different than men’s. This is where I believe the confusion, if there is confusion, arises. Women and men see this topic differently and our image oriented society with the help of airbrushed and digitized perfect bodies doesn’t help do anything except further the notion that in order to have a great relationship you’ve got to look great first.
Does physical beauty impact the quality of the sexual relationship? If so, how and in what ways?
I mean, really. Let’s think about that logic. If physical beauty were the pre-requisite for an incredibly mind-blowing sexual experience then how come people don’t just jump into the sack on this basis alone. (Well, okay, maybe some do, but for the rest of us?) On the other hand, being attracted to someone is important too because there is that thing we like to refer to as “chemistry”. It doesn’t make sense. Just look around. We see couples every day in our daily pass through this life that are not extraordinarily good looking but who enjoy a good connection with a partner.
Or is the question more like what exactly determines attractiveness? And doesn’t that question have as many individual answers as people asking it?
Might I suggest, that physical beauty is a nice thing but, it is not the most important thing.
In the end, I think it boils down to what the individual is seeking in terms of relationship with another. I think those individual priorities determine the level of attraction to another person and the quality of any sexual encounter if a mutual interest were to exist.
So, to go back to my To Be Determined friend’s questions as to where is the Dating Rule Book, I have to respond with there isn’t one because the dating situation is as specific as the two different individuals involved. There might be some broad brush rules of thumb but beyond that it really is up to the individuals to chart their own course and navigate their own way.
As for jassnight’s assessments at The Critical Path of men and what they hope for and expect as they age, I can only hope some of that is true. But, truth be told, I think what people look for, what people consider important and what people value is as individual as the individual’s themselves. The difficulty is more a matter of coming up with a good fit between two people.
Regarding my friend, BLW’s post, about Sex vs. Lovemaking the same holds true. I know she is not confused. I know she is just posing the questions to begin dialogue. Many, though, do seem to be confused. I don’t think any of us really are confused. I think we all know the difference. Sometimes we let good sex convince us there is more to the relationship than really exists. Sometimes the lack of instantaneously mind blowing sex dissuades us from pursuing what might turn out to be a very loving, nurturing and lasting relationship.
We all know when we’ve just “had sex”. Even when it is “mind-blowing” sex, it is still “just sex” and we know it. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. When we make love there’s an added ingredient or two or three, that can’t be orchestrated as the result of putting two good-looking people in a room and telling them to have at it. It isn’t any of it based on what either partner is individually, but rather, on what the two of them are together, what they share and what they’ve created between them, personally, privately, intimately. When they make love the core of their union as people is expressed physically. This doesn’t happen overnight.
This doesn’t happen instantaneously.
It doesn’t happen with a revolving door of partners, at least, not from what most people who’ve told me they’ve had a revolving door of partners say.
It doesn’t happen outside the context of something important and meaningful and loving.
It takes time to build something of value and anything of value costs something in terms of time, dedication, commitment, devotion and caring.
Making love happens in the context of a loving, healthy, relationship where trust and commitment are key ingredients.
The rest of it is just great sex.
Where’s the confusion?
Personally, the word “baggage” is a term that rankles me.
Several posts ago, in the comments section of the article titled Kip’s Challenge, I was quite pointedly and not-so-nicely accused of having baggage. He made the comment that most men reading my blog would slowly back away from their computer monitors and retreat to the companionship of other men in a bar. The implication being that relationship with me would be too much work. (Now, how he would know what other single men would or would not do since he is a.) not one of them and, b.) not a woman dating them, is beyond me, but, yeah, we’ll go with that for now.) Supposedly, Kip has an inside track to the normal healthy available male mind (the aberrant, unhealthy and unavailable don’t interest me, for obvious reasons.
That comment of Kip’s elicited a flurry of comments which ended in Kip silently backing away from his computer monitor and retreating into silence without much of a fight. It’s been said that silence is interpreted as agreement. Need I say more about that?
I’m not entirely certain what Kip meant by baggage, but if, as I think he did, he was referring to the typical things that people refer to when labeling someone as having “baggage” (kids, past failed marriages, life history and experience, a career, some debt, and a life of my own that I actually enjoy and am not willing to necessarily tube for some dolt with a penis and a pocketbook) then I suppose he is right. I have baggage and loads of it. The fact that he said it, doesn’t really bother me so much, the fact that he was the one saying it, when I know full well he is sitting on top of a load of baggage far messier and larger than my own, is what I found humorous. But you can go read all that for yourself over there if you like. I’d suggest you not waste your time…unless you actually like some drama.
Over the last two years, I’ve done some thinking about the word baggage, and Kip’s comment forced me to revisit and take another look at this ugly word.
It is an ugly, ugly word. It is ugly because it attacks the person at the core of their being but doesn’t mean anything at the same time.
Upon entering the dating scene nearly two years ago,now, I like most others just coming out of a disastrous marriage, was in no shape to begin dating. Even so, I ventured forth against the advice of good friends who knew me and knew better. I dated for about six months, learned a lot about myself and eventually quite dating, because I determined my friends were right. I need to sort myself out first before I was going to even be able to recognize a soul mate should he ever venture onto the scene.
During this initial dating period, I tried several different methods of meeting people. One of them being, online dating. In fact, I tried nearly all the prominent well known ones and some of the not so well known ones. During this online dating phase, I encountered the word baggage more often than I care to remember.
Baggage is an ugly, derogatory word that contains a million diffferent meanings depending upon who is using the word and what their particular definition of it might be. It is like the word love in reverse. People love God, or they love their significant other or their kids, and they love movie theatre popcorn or stiletto pumps, or lobster. Another vague and meaningless word like this is the word, “good”. What exactly is good? He felt good. That movie was good. You are a good person. Baggage is yet another word that is so vague as to be meaningless anymore except when it is used it can really sting. Even if it isn’t true.
You often hear folks mention it in their profiles saying things like this, “Those with baggage need not apply.” LOL! Like, first of all anyone with baggage is really going to admit it and second of all, what exactly are you calling baggage there, buddy? I mean, really? Seriously? As if the person writing it who is pushing 50 has a clean slate themselves. If they do, that’s the biggest piece of baggage! Baggage for me (not divorced, a lot of drama associated with the past because the divorce settlement or parenting time was vague, too many financial loose ends involving the ex, a volatile or violent ex, emotional instability, a prison record, unemployed, homeless, addicted) could be entirely different for someone else. Most men seem to state kids, addictions, and insecurities as the main elements of baggage. Most men do not include a stalker woman as one who has baggage since they mostly like to be stalked. Expecially if the woman is beautiful, tiny and has had her breasts magically enlarged so that they are significantly larger than her buttocks. What they don’t really recognize though, is that a woman like that (unless she paid for the services herself) is probably carrying a load of “baggage” (read insecurities and not comfortable in her own skin) and has even bigger expectations for relationship which don’t center around accepting the man as he is but instead focus on measuring him in light of the depth and breadth of his pocketbook. But I digress.
Most of the time, when someone says, “He/She has a ton of baggage” it is intended as malicious insult aimed at undermining the recipient’s competence as an adult human being. It simply means “He/she is incapable of doing life”. They are an incompetent individual unable to deal successfully with the challenges of adult life, therefore they are being crossed off the list of life by someone, usually, who has enough baggage of their own as to make the person they are criticizing look bag free.
It doesn’t mean merely that person was not a good fit. It doesn’t mean that the person made some bad choices in the past but they are overcoming them and they’ll be alright. It’s a completely derogatory term usually used by the middle aged single people for other middle aged single people. And most people don’t mean “life experience” or “the past” when they are talking about it. They definitely mean to lump all the person’s issues into one neat and tidy word without specifying anything but with the clear intent to verbally knock the person flat. Because really, the term baggage is so vague, so broad, who honestly can argue with it?
To many, I would be someone with a lot of baggage: four kids, a home that I own that I have not foreclosed on, but which needs some cosmetic improvements and which has a yard that needs tending to in order to keep it beautiful, a diminishing debt load and a successful career that requires a lot of time and energy from me during 9 months of the year. That would be baggage for some.
For others, my baggage would center around the fact that I have two marriages that didn’t work out. Okay, I’ll say it: I have two failed marriages. And, yes, they failed because I was as much a part of the problem as the other person. That admission somehow sends off alarms to all (well, at least the unhealthy insecure “all”) that I’m incompetent in relationship. People make assumptions instead of asking the critical question, “What was that about for you?” For others, my baggage would center around the fact that I’ve spent a fair amount of time after my last divorce thinking through exactly that very question and reflecting not only on what the other person did or didn’t do that didn’t work for me, but also on how I contributed to the problem. The result is, in some areas I’m very clear on what I will or will not tolerate in relationship. I’m clear on what the foundations of a good relationship must be and how to recognize them. I’m becoming more and more clear on what my limitations are and what does or doesn’t work for me and my boundaries in this regard are getting firmer daily. I’m also unwilling to waste time in any relationship that doesn’t demonstrate at least the basics of emotional, financial and legal availability and the biggie: mutual acceptance and respect . Many men, especially those, who haven’t a clear concept of their own self identity, who are insecure or immature, and/or who need a woman to take care of them or fulfill them or to meet their self-centered needs, or who are simply stupid, can’t stand me.
I’m totally okay with that!
The term baggage, however, is one of those words which while intended to harm the person talked about, also implicates the person wielding the word. When someone uses that word, eyebrows raise and the question goes out, “Oh, really, what do you mean?” It works like this. You use the word “baggage”. The question goes out, “What do you mean?” The word is uselessly vague so you must clarify the word and in clarifying the word you malign the other person somehow. When you malign another from your past, especially when on a date with a new person, it is the death knell. You’ve succeeded in assassinating the person you were talking about but you made yourself look just as bad in the process. Baggage is an ugly word which when used reflects badly on both the person targeted but even more so the person using the word.
How do you feel about the word “baggage”? What does that word mean to you?