I was talking about older men ...

Anyway ...

For the past few days, one hot topic on the GAARP group has been older single moms ... 50-somethings ... pining for potential male partners.

They're looking for adoption-friendly men ready to settle down and raise a family later in life, maybe even with a tender spot for special needs kids and the women who'd love to care for them

Apparently, repeated perusals of sources turns up less than what's desired. A lot less.

Motorcycles are a bigger hit with those men(apausal) than kids, and posting photos of their bikes on dating websites is somehow considered to have aphrodisiactic-like impact ... or at the very least, be attractive in the "attract" sense of the word. (If a geezer of a certain age asked me to take a gander at his chopper, I'd automatically assume he was talking about the one remaining tooth in his head.)

Expensive sports cars are another supposed enhancer. Not only are they ... and motorcycles, of course ... popular appendages, they must also be attributed some magical properties, since the bulk of the bald and portly born-to-be-wild brigade somehow figures their appeal suddenly becomes irresistible to females in the 16 to 25 demographic. (Little realizing of course, that the girls who race to catch a glimpse of the cool dude in the hot car is usually thinking, "Just great ... another old fart in a Porsche.")

What the GAARP discussion has boiled down to is that there aren't many men out there who fit the bill, or would stand still long enough to try the bill on to see if it was comfy.

My suggestion?

Look younger.

I don't mean the women should try to look younger themselves ... heck no!

I mean they should start looking at younger men.

It may not be common knowledge, but there are legions of men who LOVE older women and who dream of matching up with a life partner with some real life on her.

It can be pretty intimidating stuff, however, for a fragile-egoed human of the male persuasion to approach a woman of the world, especially if she's primed to shoot down anyone with some dew around the ear area.

My darling husband is fifteen years younger than me and was 26 to my 42 when we met. Assuming there would be nothing of interest for me there would have been an easy route, and a terrible mistake.

So, give the younger guys a look, ladies ... and a break if they show interest.

Unless, of course, you're dead set on trying to land a pink-pated, ponytailed prince who smells of Turtle Wax and Armoral and can't sleep unless his vehicle is tucked in.

Remember, all the super guys our age are married. Well, there might be one or two left.