At 67, I decided for the first time to date a man I had met abroad.

😐😦At the age of 67, I decided for the first time to date a man known abroad. I could never have imagined that this date would become a real nightmare and that, a few minutes later, I would flee in terror, away from a mysterious stranger.
At 67, I decided for the first time to travel abroad alone. Before leaving, I made a promise to myself: for a whole week, I would only say “yes” to life. Yes to the new experiences, to an unknown meal, to the walks, to the new encounters and to everything that, in the past, seemed too bold to me.
After my husband’s death, I lived long years in myself, until the day my daughter asked me, “Mom, when was the last time you did something simply because you wanted to?”