I know single men in their 60s now who were my fathers friend and cousin who were like cool uncles growing up, but now the one complains about dating and the other’s only companion is a dog.

The one dated a lot but things never progressed to marriage, the other had the Hound view of female companionship.

The point is, They’re lonely as fuck even when they try denying it. One has just grown angrier with age and almost resentful toward me the other is more depressed and calls me up to complain.

That life ain’t for me.