At a street festival in San Francisco, my BFF Ines and I ducked into a spot to listen to a blues band, snagging seats at the bar and ordering Camparis. A man who was just Ines’s type—tall and dapper in a hat and vest—strolled in and took a seat nearby. I gave Ines a wink … Continue reading Turns Out Dating in Your 70s Isn’t so Different From Dating in Your 20s