Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Love at 64

A table for two, photo by Nicky Sering.

They met at a New Year's Eve ball. She was feeling lonely, and he asked her to dance. At the end of the night, he also asked for her phone number, and while usually she doesn't do such things, this time she scribbled it down. Maybe it was his friendly blue eyes (definitely it was not the mustache that reminded her of a rat's whiskers). Soon they were dating regularly. Once they went for a wintertime walk on the beach. Often, they would have dinner at his place. He made her feel special, how he would insist that she do nothing, just sit down and listen to some music or watch TV. He, meanwhile, took care of everything else, cooked the meal and even insisted on washing the dishes. He paid attention to what she had to say, did things to please her (yes, even trimming his whiskers!). This was so different from what she had been used to, when she had first been in love many years ago.

But, no, she would tell family and friends, this was not love. She was not in love, she insisted. She just enjoyed his company, that was all. Yet given the chance she could talk about him for an hour. Also, she maintained, she had no intention of ever living with him. She was perfectly fine being a single girl, treasured the fact that she could do what she wanted when she wanted and how she wanted. She had every intention of keeping her independence, she declared. Despite the speech, in the mornings when they look out their window, her neighbors have gotten used to seeing the car of the man who is not supposed to live there still in the spot where he had parked it the night before.

My girl friends, take heart! I have recently discovered that romance can be available to women all their lives. The lead character in this story--the one who smiles all the time now, who these days is always well-coiffed and well-dressed, and who talks about her dates as effusive as if she were a teenager--the woman is my mother-in-law Jeanette who, after nine years of widowhood and at the age of 64 has, without expecting it, found Alain. Believe me when I tell you: Sexagerians still bloom!

9 comments:

Gina said...

Awwwww, that's so sweet! Trimming one's whiskers for another person ....THAT'S AMORE!! =)
Enjoyed reading this love story !

katrina said...

Apol, I just loved reading this! I'm firmly of the belief that one can never be too old for romance. I'm always thrilled when I see my parents, also in their 60s, be so malambing and even downright malandi to each other. We should never get so old that we forget how it feels to be kilig!

decorator said...

sigh...








...sigh...

lille said...

my dad always said that..."di mo ba alam, kahit 50 years old ka na, naiinlove ka pa rin?"

cafe rennais said...

Good for her!

Leah said...

what a beautiful love story. Love chooses no age... It just happens.

haze said...

She's not searching for love, love found her !

apol said...

Yes, GIRLS and GWYN, it's great to see her so happy. To show my support I bought her makeup and lacy underwear :)

nicky said...

i love the photo. hehehe