Eve met Sam on a bus, like they were two sophomores with learner’s permits. She liked him. But when Eve couldn’t quite get up the nerve to do anything about it, she called up her friend on the telephone, begged her to throw a party and to invite them both. And if that sounds like it happened in highschool, Eve understands. She agrees with you, in fact. Only, it didn’t. It happened when Eve was 67.
Sam was a widower and they took things slow. They saw a lot of movies at first, and it didn’t totally feel like a relationship. More like friends, out for an evening. But what started as a just a date at the movies became dinner and then dinner became a motel room in Carmel and before she knew it, Eve and Sam were getting married and throwing a joint party 150th birthday party and going on a honeymoon Sam wouldn’t call a honeymoon because he didn’t want it to end.
Eve had made mistakes in love before, it was just that this wasn’t one of those. Eve realized that she could have a relationship, a real one, and that it took her until she had an AARP card to realize that doesn’t bother her in the slightest.
Eve is an investigative reporter, Dipsea winner and grandmother, and the author of the nationally acclaimed memoir “We Used to Own the Bronx.” Her next book, tentatively titled “Love, Again,” is about people who find new romance in old age–as she did. It is scheduled for publication early next year.