Take FivePosted: November 24, 2011
I like to consider myself a love slave driver, whipping my vibrant Granny into romantic shape. Sadly though, ever since the Thomas debacle of 2011 Granny’s dating spirits have been low. “I’m feelin’ gun shy, kid,” she huffed.
Friends had warned me before we began our online dating journey that there would be tough times and rough patches that would make us want to quit. Luckily we both understand it’s not a race; there are times when you need a break. As her granddaughter, friend, and wingman I’ll grant her some space to cool her dating jets.
“There so much hoopla when we schlep these conversations along, by the time the actual date comes around it’s like, eh I’m tired I wanna sit on my couch and watch Desperate Housewives. It’s a different game at 25 and 75,” she said.
She’s started a few new conversations with other gentleman but none of them have panned out. “These men, they’re like old tubes of toothpaste, all used up and squeezed out,” she said. Although somewhat pessimistic, I’m happy to see she is directing her poor dating luck at the men and not on herself. Listen: negative nancy
Self-righteous to the core. That’s my Granny. Her proud spirit is contagious. Next to me, she’s her own biggest fan.