My best advice: To find love, develop your empathy muscle. In my experience, many middle-aged men have let it atrophy. Dating at fifty was like being in a wolf pack, or worse, a law firm.
It took an archaic husband-hunting manual for me to stop I settling for less than I wanted.
I wanted someone who was invested, and that meant caring about what I cared. A dead air conditioner showed me I'd found the right person.
In this time of quarantine when we can't escape ourselves, let's stop bumming ourselves out with thoughts of self-doubt.
Recovering from Extreme Loneliness or Don’t Trust a Guy with 19 Guitars who Wants to Move in with You
Last year, a boyfriend (now ex) left me stranded on [...]