Yes, I have a grandson. He's a great kid. He and I build castles with cubes and eat ice cream in secret from his mom. But when he falls asleep, I don't turn into a storytelling grandmother in a bathrobe. I turn on my favorite music, make myself some tea (or a glass of wine, don't judge), open a dating app... and yes, flipping through it is as exciting as the pages of a novel!

Why not? I'm alive, cheerful, and love life as much as I did at 30.
And yes, I want to fall in love. I want someone to write to me: "How did you sleep, beautiful?" - even if you slept with a heating pad by your side.

Because age is not a sentence, it's just a number. And love is like good cheese: it only gets more interesting with age.

So if you thought that romance ends after 50, no, it's just beginning. And you know what? Now I know exactly what I want. And I know for sure that I deserve the best.

And while I'm waiting for my "prince," I'm going to go make a pie. Because love is love, and goodies are sacred 😄