COFFEE & BISCUITS

What my former boss said yesterday had stayed with me until today.  He said, “I went to my first date in 40 years!”

So I think, where do these old, post mid-life people, find their dates?  It’s hard enough for young dudes like me.  But them?  How?

I found the answer today — in a Sailing Club.

I was surprised to find that people who come to the social sailing today in Virginia are mostly post-midlife people.  More importantly of all, they are all single.

I have never met so many single mid-age people in my life.

One forty-ish woman was even wearing a string of pearls.

I sailed with 5 other people in my Flying Scot.  1 of them looks like an ancient version of Gilligan from Gilligan’s Island.  The other looks like Myerson.  The fifty-ish Irish lady looks like an aged version of Miranda from Sex and the city.  And the other forty-ish lady with the string of pearls look like my sustitute teacher back in high school (*gasp…I hope it’s not her indeed).

Flying Scot can hold 6 people.  It is so stable that the chance of capsizing is slim.  One feels safe on the boat, which means that fun is reduced.

I cast my envious eyes toward the 4 laser sailing out from Georgetown, who were aggressively cutting off each other’s path.  Then I look back to Gilligan and utter a laugh to Myerson’s Jewish joke.