Oh my Holy Lord, I think it finally happened. Or at least has started to happen. I think I am finally and really growing up! I know! Amazing, but true.
Really, I can prove it!
I went out last night with a new friend. My new friend is 47 years old! Now, that doesn’t seem like a big deal, but it is, because for the last year I have been going out with people who were between the ages of 21 and 23.
I know, I’m a cougar, I can’t help it.
Here’s the thing. I don’t see anything wrong with going out as friends with people in different age groups. I truly don’t. I feel like it benefits everyone involved, and it is a lot of fun. The problems come when you try to have a relationship that goes beyond friendship. Unless, you happened to have enjoyed high school. Then I guess you’re good.
For Fuck’s Sake!
So last night I had a drama free evening with a very nice woman. Not one time during the evening did I think “Oh my God, my daughter just said that same thing!” Not once did I think anyone was looking at us and thinking I was having a drink with my daughter. We talked, and I actually found that we have a lot in common! Not only that, it was kind of a relief to be with someone my own age. I didn’t feel like I had to be on guard, monitor what I said, be someone I’m not. I was me. We had fun.
Maybe she will call me and we will do something again, maybe not. Either way, I’m going to be me from now on. If that isn’t good enough, well then, that’s too bad. It will be for someone. See, told you, I’m growing up!