Get out! Meet people! Do things! That is the advice I get all the time from friends online as well as from some family members.
Sounds so simple, so easy. Words and suggestions, ideas, are always to hand out to others. What is not so easy is the reality of one’s situation.
Being a poor, old man on Social Security and one paycheck per month which is gone before the sun goes down makes fulfilling those suggestions difficult to impossible. The fact I also happen to be gay at 60 and single now does not help, but becomes even more of a hinderance.
Yes, I can go out if I have the gas to drive the nearly 4 miles down to Casino Drive. Yes, I can walk around the casinos. But when you have no money in your pocket in this environment it is worse than going window shopping at the mall. There’s no way to meet anyone with no dime in your pocket in a casino. Can’t go in and have a drink of coffee in the restaurants without around $2 for a cup of joe.
In a community where the median age is 55, trying to find a friend to talk to who is not straight is very difficult. The nearest clubs are 100 miles to the north in Las Vegas. Even if I did have the money to drive up and back to Vegas, the gay community is very, very ageist. And those willing to sit and talk, have a drink, are in most cases working boys.
Doing things other than sitting here online, posting to my blog, writing political opinion articles and recapping the daily news, is impossible with no money. Granted my physical health is much better in the Desert than in the Cornfield, but lack of dough makes that a moot point.
So on this beautiful Tuesday in the Desert I remain in near solitary confinement. Now, if I were back in the Cornfield, I must admit, I would be in the same predicament.
And how is your Tuesday going?