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When I was in my thirties, I thought men were simple. If they liked what they saw, they made their move. End of story. But now, in my early fifties, after countless conversations with divorced men, widowers, and even long-married friends rediscovering the dating scene, I’ve realized something profoundly different: what draws a man at…

When I hit my early fifties, I thought I’d finally earned the right to relax in love. I had stability, patience, and the kind of wisdom only decades of trial and error can teach a man. So when I began dating abroad — first in Latin America, later in Southeast Asia — I wasn’t chasing…