Lately I have been trying to ramp up my social life, specifically making time to go out in the evening sans the man unit and seven year old (when college boy is home, sometimes he and I will check out music, otherwise Mommy’s outside time is sans the family). While many women are happy to devote all their free time to hanging with their family; I am discovering the older I get, I enjoy actually getting away, besides it gives the man unit and I something to talk about.
This past month, I have gone out two times with friends and have definitely noticed that the vibe of being out and about at a bar or club is definitely different when you are older. For starters, all that attention you used to get when you were a perky breasted, thinner you in your twenties is gone. Oh, you still get looks but the scene has changed. I am still trying to figure out how I feel about this, granted a weird side effect is that young boys like boys in their early 20’s seem to like ogling older women…can we just say in BGIM land that is gross. My son is almost 21 and if you are young enough to be one of his boys please don’t look at me. Thanks.
On that note, let us talk men. In our trio that gathers to hang out, two of us are married and the other one is divorced. Let me just say though, I may be married but my eyes still like to look and take in the sights, hell I still like to get my flirt on. Married is not dead and that’s all I am going to say on that. However advancing age combined with living in Maine, means my flirting skills are going to waste, like really going to waste. For starters all the guys in the 35+ range are either partnered or they like to hit on younger gals.
Once over the summer when I was hanging with my son, he peeped a gaggle of aging hipsters trying to get up, close and personal with some younger ladies. Aging hipster men, no matter how much you don’t look like you are 45, hitting on 22 year old girls reeks of desperation and I have it on good authority from my son that most of those girls are not laughing with you, they are laughing at you. So let it go and take off the pork pie hats while you are at it. For the older guys who do partner up with the much younger gals, we wonder about your maturity level, but hey, maybe it’s true love!
Speaking of the younger ladies, we see you looking at us women of a certain age with that look of pity; trust me your day will come. Damn it, our expanded hips have accommodated humans coming forth, our less than perky breasts have nourished babies and just because we are a little older we are still human and like to come out at night too. By the way must you always interrupt our conversations when we are talking with guys in our age group? Seriously. We see you and yeah they see you too, but don’t you see me standing here talking? At the end of the night I am going home to my mate, so trust me I am not competition, I am just making small talk.
In the end though there is a certain amount of joy in being out and about as someone who is getting older, for starters, I can just be me. As my girl and I found ourselves looking around last night at the younger gals, we realized we are at the age in life, where nothing is really that serious. Growing older brings with it a certain level of joy in being yourself and a place where your insecurities lessen and aren’t on display for the whole world. As I looked at several younger gals holding tightly to their men, in a manner to let everyone know that these men were taken (yeah, girlfriend of the singer, I am talking about you, no one is trying to take Scrappy, so loosen that death grip on him) I realized how nice it is to be at a place in life where I don’t worry about such things. Hell, offer me something cool, I might even let ya borrow my ole man and his snoring.
The only downside to a late night out is that seven year olds are not forgiving, they still get up early and make too much damn noise…oh well, small price to pay to get my grown lady on!
2 thoughts on “Reflections on going out at night and being a grown up lady”
Have fun. It’s nice to go out with no agenda.
I have reached the (st)age in life where I can have a morning after “got run over by a truck” feeling without even having a night before.
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