Late LIfe Love LIfeFebruary 24th, 2014
“Lovers in Twilight,” the L.A. Times Valentine to readers about late life love —he’s 93, she’s 88, is remarkably non-condescending, and it’s really quite sweet.
The writer doesn’t come right out and say that the couple are having sex, but they share one room in a retirement home, and have pushed their beds together; they have PDA, and are giddy in love.
My own mother had a late life affair–she, and he, were both 90 or so. His son swears my mom was the love of his father’s life, despite his parents 40-year marriage.
Mother and her boyfriend also lived in a retirement home, but in separate apartments. They took all their meals together, went on excurions, ate out at the best restaurants, saw all the movies. They had a great, late, ride.
Of course they held hands. And I saw little peck kisses. And even though love often leads to sex, sex seemed out of the question. I mean, 90 is so old!
Then I remember back when I thought men in their 40s were old and dorky. That changed when I hit 40, and then I turned 50 and so were Bruce Springsteen and Sharon Stone, and they were definitely desirable and not old at all. Christy Brinkley on the cover of Sports Illustrated at 60 means 60 is still in the game.
Ergo: it this trend continues, when I’m 90 then 90 will be cool and sexy.
Boomers will still rule.
This I have to see.