A few weeks ago, a friend asked me what the biggest age gap between myself and any of my “lovers” was. I thought about it, and the answer was somewhere around two to three years. Ah, well, that’s all taken care of because this weekend, I hooked up with someone who is at least twenty […]
It’s been about a week since the hot guy at my gym talked to me. Why hasn’t he asked me to marry him yet? Doesn’t he know I get tired of waiting?
This was the article I referred to yesterday. Yes, it’s a flirtationship, stemming from years of inside jokes and a brief period of time where we hooked up. I’m trying to get over that apparently by going on dates with men five years younger than me. Oh God. I’ve reached puma status.