A friend of mine who is currently in his late 80s recently moved to a retirement residence from the home he had occupied with his late wife for close to 50 years. Prior to the move John wasn’t very well. He spent a lot of time in bed and had difficulty getting around, despite the fact that he had a car as well as a current driver’s license. John’s daughters convinced him that a move to a retirement residence would be good for him in that his frailties would not be an overwhelming liability because there were always people around to look after him.

After the move I did not see John for nearly five months, as he lives in a town that’s a two-hour car trip away. When I finally did visit him we went out for lunch and I noted how well John looked. He had put on a little weight and he wasn’t nearly as dependent on his cane as he had been a previous visit. Before I had the opportunity to ask him, John told me how well he was doing; how he liked living in the retirement residence because there was always someone to talk to and meals were prepared on a regular schedule and there was lots to do.

But the best part for John was the ratio of women to men. “There are at least ten women to every man where I live,” John explained. “And I’ve met someone special.” He then went on to tell about his amorous adventures. It seems the lady in question, a widow, lived in a suite down the hall from him. He had known her family in his younger years, as they attended the same church. But he’d never gotten to know her personally. When he saw her in the dining room he thought she looked familiar, but he couldn’t be sure.

So one day he just walked up to her during the lunch hour and introduced himself. The lady was more than receptive, admitting that she had wondered if he would ever notice her. They discovered that they had a lot in common and really enjoyed spending time together.

“She even set me straight on how Europeans kiss each other on the cheek when they meet. I always thought they just kiss each other on one side of the cheek and that’s that,” John said. “Imagine my surprise when I found out they really do it three times back and forth; first the left cheek, then the right and then the left again. I like that much better!”

Needless to say, John is very pleased that he allowed his daughters to convince him to move to a retirement residence. “If I hadn’t made the move, I’d still be miserable and alone,” John muses. “And I would never have met Melanie.”

John spends his days now playing Scrabble with friends and his evening sitting with Melanie in the fireside lounge reading. Somehow moving to that residence has given John a whole new purpose in life.

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How old is too old to have a boyfriend? I am talking about a 60 year-old woman who walks around and tells everyone about her 70 year-old “boyfriend.” Doesn’t she really have a man-friend?

After high school, isn’t it time for women to stop calling their significant others “boyfriends?” I’m sorry, but a 43 year-old man is not your “boyfriend.” He is your man-friend. He is your lover. He may be the man you’re wildly humping every night of the week. For some of you, he might be your meal ticket. For some of you he might be your booty call. Your “boy,” however, he is not.

Women complain all the time about how they don’t want to date boys… but then they objectify us by calling us “boyfriends.” How are we supposed to act? If you want to get us off the Wii, then you have to treat us like men (instead of boys).

Now the men are not going to escape this wrath. So here’s another thing. Men should not be calling their woman-friend, lover and main squeeze their “girlfriend.” Unless you’re Chester the Child Molester, you do not have a “girlfriend.” You have a woman-friend.

Here’s another contradiction. Women get so pissed when you call them “girls” and when men treat them like girls. When a guy introduces them to his friends as his “girlfriend,” though, they get all gushy. Make up your mind!

That is why labels are so stupid. There are times when every woman is still a little girl and every man is still a little boy… no matter what age they are. So really, the next time you want to throw a label on something, think about it first. If you want to be my “girlfriend,” then don’t yell at me if I treat you like a girl and not like a woman.

If you are dating me, I want to be called your lover and your man. I do not want to be your “boyfriend,” because when I picture a boy all I see is a little kid nibbling on Skittles candy… not on your hard, erect nipples.

Now if you really want me to be your “boyfriend,” then we might as well eat a lot of sugar, get some teenage acne, make out, dry hump all over each other, get blue balls, then painfully go home and jerk off. I remember the first time my high school girlfriend gave me blue balls. I laid down for fourteen hours with everything hurting from breathing to peeing.

So really, let’s call each other what we actually are. Also, for you ladies, if you are still dating boys then you’ll get that “boyfriend” you always say you want.

Women tell me over and over again in the blog that they want to know where all the men are, yet they continue to talk about wanting a “boyfriend.” Be careful what you wish for… because if you say you want a “boyfriend,” you are going to get that immature man-boy over and over again.

Author Info:
David Wygant a leading personal dating coach, dating advice professional and image-maker. For 20 years David Wygant has worked to earn the trust of American men and women looking to transform their love lives. David has a wealth of free dating advice available including free dating videos.