So, if you are over 50 and looking for love, stop apologizing for your age. Stop hiding your history. Your wrinkles are your resume. Your widowhood is your poetry. Your divorce is your hard-won wisdom. Go out there and start your next chapter. The world is finally ready to listen to the story you have to tell.

This storyline works because of the "what if" factor. You knew them before life hardened them. When you see them at 55, you see the ghost of the 17-year-old behind their eyes. The connection is instant because the foundation was laid decades ago.

If youth is spring, and middle age is summer, then over-50 is autumn. The leaves are turning golden. The air is crisp. You are not trying to grow a forest anymore; you are simply trying to find one tree to sit under, admire the view, and wait for the snow.