I wanted to scope out the online dating competition so I searched all the profiles of sixty year old women in the database. There was one that stopped me cold.
She sat on a sofa, leaning forward, in a spaghetti strap dress, with palms planted beside her, feet delicately crossed at the ankles, and flowing skirt spread around her like petals on a flower.
She looked too old for her dress, and slightly desperate in a plucky sort of way, like an aging Southern belle.
Her profile said she was recently widowed and lonesome and sewed all her own clothes.