After more than two years of involuntary celibacy following the end of my 30-year marriage, I found myself yearning for physical intimacy. I was acutely aware that I wasn’t ready for a full-fledged relationship, which had always seemed like a prerequisite for sex. In my vulnerable state, I believed that such an emotional connection could lead to further heartache. For the first time, the concept of a one-night stand—engaging in physical intimacy without any strings attached, and possibly without even knowing each other’s names—felt appealing.
This newfound desire coincided with my upcoming trip to Austin, Texas, where I was scheduled to speak at South by Southwest (SXSW), a well-known hub for music, film, and technology, known for its casual encounters. Research indicated that SXSW could easily be likened to “Spring Break for Adults,” where the thrill of potential success often fueled attractions. Many attendees, who could one day rise to significant power, walked the venue with equally inflated egos.
Additionally, the warm climate of Austin encouraged a more relaxed dress code, while the availability of free alcohol often led to loosened inhibitions. With many events hosted in hotels, the opportunity for quick encounters seemed seamlessly woven into the fabric of the conference. I shared my bold plans with a male friend, who surprisingly suggested I look for a “spark”—which felt contradictory to the very essence of a fling.
As a woman in my fifties, I was in good shape, and I packed my Spanx and form-fitting outfits (which admittedly looked a bit odd with my sneakers) to prepare myself for this adventure. To bolster my confidence, I even scheduled a waxing appointment before heading to Austin.
Once at the conference, I made a concerted effort to be approachable. I smiled, engaged in conversations, and mingled with many younger men. I attended various parties each night, determined to connect. Instead of burying my head in my phone, I scanned the crowd, hoping to signal my availability. However, like an arsonist with a damp pack of matches, I found no “sparks.” The most I achieved was exchanging business cards that would likely end up forgotten in the wash.
I couldn’t help but question where I had gone astray. Did I not look attractive enough? Why was I unable to enjoy an experience that seemed readily available to everyone else? I reached out to my friend again, who pointed out that men seeking one-night stands weren’t interested in depth. Despite my efforts to appear casual, I evidently exuded an air of “substance.” This left me wondering how I could present myself as a viable candidate for a brief encounter.
Upon returning home, I delved into the mechanics of casual hook-ups that I had overlooked. Apparently, I was supposed to engage with dating apps like HowAboutWe.com, which seemed a natural fit for a technologically driven event. Yet, I longed for real human connection.
A female friend who had fully embraced the sexual revolution of the ‘60s shared her perspective that men had become timid and somewhat lazy. They no longer needed to pick up on subtle signals, as women had taken on the role of pursuer. She advised me to be more aggressive in my flirtation, suggesting that my efforts to highlight my attributes and be open to opportunities were akin to waving a red flag in front of a blind bull.
Despite her advice, I found myself unable to navigate this new landscape. I realized that while I wished to separate physical needs from emotional ones, I still craved a connection, even if brief. The idea of being with someone who did not wish to know me felt degrading, particularly after experiencing devaluation in my marriage.
Ultimately, I may not have achieved my goal, but I gained a profound understanding of my worth—a lesson that had been overlooked in my past. As I work to reshape my self-perception, I remain open to meeting those who appreciate substance. So, if you encounter a woman of a certain age at a conference, don’t hesitate to say hello; you might find a meaningful connection in an unexpected way.
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Summary:
This article recounts a personal journey of a woman navigating the complexities of dating and intimacy after a long marriage. Despite her efforts to engage in casual encounters at a vibrant conference, she reflects on the deeper emotional connections she craves, ultimately recognizing her worth beyond superficial interactions.
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