Like Manhattan, Aspen, and Palm Beach, the Hamptons are full of single women over 60. Most are divorced women or widows who were once married to one-percenters and are now looking for Mr. Bigger — or Mr. Biggest. There are also women who have small trust funds or are like me: single women in a creative field who made enough money to snap up a small cottage in a downturn. Very few of these women, at least the ones I know, have ever ended up with a proper boyfriend or husband, but not for lack of trying. Of course, everyone can point to one or two exceptions to the rule — a couple who got together in their 70s and are now blissfully happy. But in general, the odds of a woman finding a partner after 60 are not particularly good.
