Put yourself back on the shelf. Being preowned, second hand, and used is not the end.

Out of the cage!
His hair is not dyed.
A blend of grey, a bit of white, on a rows of neatly combed black lines.
Slightly wavy. Not thin.
Embracing his sign of age.

The skin on his hands are deep with wrinkles. No amount of lotion or soaking in water can reverse the appearance of his experience of labor.

A mustache and beard resembling Sakuma Shozan after a good trim.
But wanting to have a Kirin Deer Dragon like mustache much like Thomas Glover. Snake like hair going in 2 directions or the resemblance of a bird's silhouette flying off in the distance.   
That would be cool!

-8pm, alone at a bar, half into a beer-

*Woman, mid 30s*
Excuse me, is this seat taken?

-Left elbow firmly on the bar.-
Slightly leaned forward.
Thumb supporting his lower jaw with 4 fingers gently cradling his closed mouth.
Deeply thinking.
Not looking at the person asking, but the woman's voice sounds inviting.

-Please go ahead!

*Question 2
How many times?

-2 times.
However I'm in no hurry to go for a 3rd.
I enjoy being out of the cage.
How about you?

*1st time.
Well not exactly, but currently separated.
My soon to be ex-husband likes younger women.
He is now with a young 20s girl who just graduated college.
Can't blame him. She has a youthful slim shape. Tiny cute butt and perky tits.
I met her once when my ex came to pick up his clothes from my home. She was actually a kind girl.
All well. Things happen!
It can't be helped!

-My name is 50. Call me 50!
And you?

*I'm 30s. Miss. Mid 30s.
You can call me 30s.

-Cheers!
Here's to life after divorce.
It gets easier after 1.

*And why would you say that?
Divorce shows that something is wrong with you.
That a person has a malfunction.
Worst yet, broken.
No one wants a malfunctioning broken product.
No one wants me! 
 
-Slow turn of the head. Woman is now in view.-
After my divorce, I became a 2nd hand man.
Nothing can change that.
I am used.
I was owned once and then discarded. My ex didn't even trade me in. She just changed to a younger man.

*And?

-And I bit down hard on my pride and placed myself back on the shelf.
Put myself back on display. I know there are those who are looking for a 2nd hand man.
Those who don't mind a used man.
Even a 20s girl might want to try a pre-owned man.
CPD!
I Cleaned up. Polished up. Dressed up.
Hit the gym.  Got a hair trim. For my age and bad experience, I looked healthy and thin.

*So tell me. How's it working out for you now?

-Every 8pm, alone at the bar, half into a beer,
I always get approached by a good looking woman with an inviting voice.

*Are you saying I'm good looking and inviting?

-It may seem like a line I use to get into the pants of a woman, which it's not!
But yes, you are good looking and inviting.
When you said "excuse me", did I look at you?
I closed my eyes and listened.
I didn't look to grade the size of your breast.
Nor the shape of your hips.

*I'm half into my beer.*

*It's company I crave. That is clear.
And now that I'm here.
What do propose Mr. 50? I mean 50?

-Can I buy another beer?