Dear S.Q. Dating in my 60s is beyond my imagination. I feel things with these women I thought had died. You're right, it's a huge pond and I bask in the sunshine of these younger women that are hot to trot. I tell my daughter my stories and she condemns me for not acting my age. Any advice?
Dear Undead. Enjoy yourself and stop telling your daughter the details. -SQ
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