Call me crazy for not seeing that one coming. I was so distracted and overwhelmed with my downsizing, home sale and moving I was not thinking clearly. Romance at 64 and 76, our respective ages at the time, should be past the point of such drama. It should have been all I needed to know when he told me that he had not been in a romantic relationship in 25 years. Being solo is a respectable lifestyle choice, but you can't have it both ways. I too have had very little to do with romance in over a decade, by choice. This latest debacle further convinced me that I'm just not good at it - apparently I pick the wrong guys and I don't seem to meet their expectations either. At this age, IMHO we have too much baggage and we are set in our ways. Some would disagree, and anything is possible if both partners make a huge effort to get through the inevitable conflicts and obstacles, but that's where "possible" devolves into quite a bit of risk.
After some repairs and a speedy cosmetic renovation in my 1000 SF condo, I got somewhat unpacked and settled. Without even taking a breather, I then segued into helping the "gentleman friend" clean out, stage, list and sell his mother's home, 20 miles inland. Her home was sold and closed escrow right around Thanksgiving 2013, which he and I enjoyed together with his now 102 year old mom and their family. A few weeks later, I was unceremoniously dumped by said "gentleman friend" the day before my birthday and thus uninvited for celebrating the holidays with him and his family. Christmas has meant less and less to me through the years, and this year, I could not wait for the holidays to be over so we could start the New Year 2014.
I was in a new environment, just far enough that I had to reestablish all my connections - where to get gas, get my hair cut, change doctor and dentist, where to run errands, etc. I met a few new women friends - always my saving grace - and they gave me a warm welcome.
I learned my new neighborhood by getting lost, kind of symbolic of life in general. I'd go into a strip mall for an errand, and get lost on the way out, since I wasn't familiar with all the streets and how to end up where I wanted to go! I learned my way to my favorite beaches to walk and look at the waves. I signed up for some classes at the local community college, joined a gym and made some inquiries into a couple of organizations and volunteer projects of interest. That's the advice they give to seniors, yes? Stay busy? Works for me.