I'm a senior citizen, almost 70 years old. I'm also a widower, my wife of 45 years passed away little over a year ago. My kids are all grown and live in other areas of the country. The house was too big for me to take care of, so I decided to move into a senior's only living arrangement. Nice place, combination of apartments and small cottages. Even provides meals, and has a pool and exercise room. My one bedroom apartment is on the first floor, and has a small patio area.
Was there a few days when one morning I hear a knock on my door, as I open it there are a couple of guys standing there that say "Welcome to the Home" and step right in! "We are the welcoming committee for the men's group" and one of them gives me a hug. I'm standing there in my pajama bottoms, no shirt and getting a hug, but sort of pleased, being welcomed to the new place.
I have them sit at my small dinette table; we all introduce ourselves, as I put on a pot of coffee. Mike and Dave tell me about various activities that are available at the "home" some general information about the neighborhood. They also note that there are several different "groups", such as the Men's, Lady's, golf, bridge, and things like that. They tell me that the men's group is just a bunch of guys that like to get together, maybe go out to eat, attend sporting events, go out for day trips, and are also a support group, there to help with anything one might need.
As they are leaving, Mike, gives me a hug, and holds me very close and tells me he would like to get to know me better and gives me a wink. Dave does the same, and I agree to meet them a little later for lunch. At lunch, I'm invited to Mike's apartment so they can give me more information, and to get to know each other better. We agree to meet up the very next day.
