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Single & the wrong side of 40 |
For whatever reason life throws at you many people are finding themselves
suddenly single in a world that is not necessarily user-friendly when you are
over 40. Does Gibraltar make a difficult situation even worse? |
Whether as a result of the bereavement of a
partner, a separation or divorce finding oneself
suddenly thrust into a single world becomes a
daunting task irrespective of whether or not you
are a man or woman.
The tasks that where second nature suddenly
become complex. If not, look at those wandering
souls in the aisles of Morrisons. They are the
ones with the “Indian Meal for ONE” in their
trolley. Shopping lists prepared meticulously
by their partners are now replaced with aimless
stares as they navigate aisles not knowing what
to buy or where to find any of the stuff that was
previously bought for them. “How much to
buy?”, “Do I already have this?”, “How much
does this cost?”. It didn’t matter a few months
ago, they do matter now.
Running a household is no easier. Cleaning,
cooking, ironing, washing.. tasks once shared,
now a chore that needs to be balanced with the
realities of everyday living, or exisiting.
And let’s not get into getting into the whole
dating issue. How many other 40 something
year olds are there to make finding a soul mate,
let alone finding someone to have a dinner date
without reminiscing about their past-life and associated
baggage, an easy task? Does one spend
Friday nights hanging around the local club (yes
singular as until Ocean Village opens up, there
does not seem to be an option from Salsa Fuego)?
Do you really want to be seen as either a 40 plus
year old man drooling over twenty-something
year old girls or a 40 something year old woman
looking for a toy boy?
The dating scene itself has changed a lot since
we dated in our youth. If you were local you
probably met your partner when you were a
teenager or in your early twenties. 20 years on,
your potential partner will have had a lifetime
of experiences behind them. Are you ready for
their exs, their children, their friends?
If you are lucky enough to find someone, even
if it is just for a dinner date, where do you go?
Do you dare be seen at one of the restaurants
in Queensway Quay, Ocean Village or do you
sneak into Thyme hoping no locals will be there.
If they are then you will undoubtedly get the
nudging of elbows, the covered faces as whispers
and stares make you the talk of the night.
Two hours later and SMS messages will have
travelled as far and wide as you could imagine
and you become the talk of the town, at least
until the next dating couple is spotted. Do you
need this pressure? It’s been hard enough trying
to find clothes that don’t look as if you jumped
out of an ’80’s disco without having to worry
about the gossip.
The answer does not necessarily lie in a trip
to Spain as it is likely that every bar and restaurant
within 50km has at least one local there
to see your arrival and if you manage to avoid
that then the Customs officers at the frontier
will have a giggle as they see you making your
way back with your date. So no luck in that
one either!
But where do you meet the right person when
you are over 40? Somehow I can’t see speed dating, as seen in metropolises elsewhere, taking
off in Gibraltar. People would just turn up for
the gossip of who turned up! We’ve ruled out
Salsa Fuego (or the other younger pubs in that
area), you can’t sit on a beach in Gib by yourself
hoping to spot some similar minded individual
(you’d get trampled upon by the regular beach
users) and using Facebook is a bit like being a
stalker (BTW try running a search for 40+, single,
in Gib, looking for dating or relationship... yeah,
see what I mean!).
So what’s left? I think it is back to Morrisons
as a pick-up joint, stand next to the frozen food
counter and wait for an attractive person of the
opposite sex (that would be useful) to pick up
a meal for one. So at least now that you have
identified someone all you need to do is to
orchestrate your arrival at the check-out desk
at the same time and conjure up an excuse for
a conversation!
I’ve been lucky. I’ve found myself in this
situation and found a partner to carry on my
life with but how many are out there facing
the prospect of re-engineering their lives at this
point in their lives? |
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