It's a long story, but I finally married the Right Guy... the sweetest man I've ever met...the love of my life. We married six years ago (age 63), and the strangest thing is that when I answered his "Singles" ad, we realized that we'd gone to the same high school, and graduated in the same class!
We were such different kids. He was the vice president of our class and on all the sports teams, and I was a hippie-wannabe, teaching myself guitar and learning old English ballads, starting a writer's club and scribbling out bad poetry. Our paths just never crossed. Now, in our 60's, those differences don't matter a bit; he helps me to exercise a little more and I think I'm bringing out his Inner Artist.
My favorite time of the day is when we climb into bed, chatter about what's in our heads, and almost always end up giggling. This is My Sanctuary.