Sex in the Fifites

I'm not talking about the 1950's although if you're in your fifties now, someone was doing it in the 1950's to create you. And I'm sure twenty somethings will be thinking "eeewww" at the idea of fifty somethings getting busy. Tough. Live long enough and you'll see.

I feel like a middle-aged Carrie Bradshaw. I even have my own committment-phobic Mr. Big. No, I'm not jumping in and out of beds. My personal preference is for committment sex over recreational sex. But when it comes to dating, I've had my share of experiences.

Presently I'm asking the question "how long should you wait before you try love again?" Love on the rebound may be unwise although I think that's what my first husband was. I met him after pining away for an earlier version of Mr. Big. My husband was so passionate and upfront. I didn't have to play the guessing game or any game. It was so refreshing, I couldn't help but fall in love.

Now someone else has come into my life that is similar. He likes me. He's emotionally available. However, so far, my heart is still in neutral. I blame it on not being over the present Mr. Big. And on Sex in the City, Carrie ended up with her Mr. Big at the end. Time will tell. It always does. When you're in your fifties, you know that.