Cocktales: An After-50 Dating Memoir, Morgan Malone, Turquoise Morning Press, pp., $12.07 (paperback) $4.99 (Kindle)
Morgan Malone was approaching fifty, widowed for fifteen years, and alone for all that time except for two kids, one dog, a full-time legal career, a house, mortgage, some dear friends…and a wish. She just wanted to feel like a woman one more time. Not Mom, not sis, but a desirable and desired woman. She knew she wouldn’t and couldn’t fall in love again. Her heart was buried in a grave in Brooklyn.
To her surprise, the cyber-world was full of men like she; men who were looking for a second chance at love or lust, with a real woman, a woman just like she.
Cocktales is the true story of my adventures and misadventures in the world of online dating. It is full of practical advice (never wear knee-high hose on a first date, NEVER), giggles, groans and Ms. Malone’s growth as a woman. She cried a few tears, made plenty of mistakes, but she also made many friends. She even fell in love.
Right before my forty-ninth birthday, I asked my husband if he minded if I had sex with another man. He didn’t answer me, so I persisted.
“Listen, I’m almost fifty years old, I know. Who would want me? I’ve had two kids and a hysterectomy. I’ve got stretch marks, scars and cellulite. And I know I need to lose at least fifty pounds.”
“It’s been a long dry spell, you know. Almost fifteen years. I think I’m entitled to at least one more orgasm that doesn’t come from something powered by a nine-volt battery.”
“Okay, then, I take your silence to mean I am on my own in this. You don’t have an opinion one way or the other. Right?” Silence.
It was March and the Yankees were still in Spring Training so I knew so there were no distractions from current league standings or the pitching staff. His side of the bed was ghostly quiet. And empty. He had been dead for almost fifteen years.
I talked to him all the time. Not every minute of the day, but an ongoing dialogue in my head where I kept him informed of the day-to-day minutiae of our lives. I announced major developments then I waited for an answer. Call me crazy, but there were times when I heard his response in my head as clearly as if he had just spoken directly in my ear.
Sometimes, like now, there was nothing. Figure it out for yourself.
So, I turned out the light and sent a silent prayer Heavenward. “God, just once before I am over fifty, let me have sex with a man who wants me, let me remember how to do it. And let me feel. Amen.”
Cocktales: An After-50 Dating Memoir is available at Amazon.