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Living out loud is always worth the effort. But I do get awfully tired.
December 27, 2022
I’ve been working. A lot. I have the office job in Olympia two days a week, and quite unexpectedly, a short-term contract opportunity arose. I’ve been working on-site in Portland two days a week.
David, my new fellow, lives in Portland. We matched on Hinge just three months ago. Quite serendipitously, we’ve had the unexpected luxury of spending a great deal of time together. It’s going well.
What’s different this time? I ask myself that a lot. A lot of things are different.
David is “age appropriate”. That’s something I haven’t had in a long time. You can’t embark on something meaningful and long-term with someone not of the same generation. Well, some women can, but I can’t. Or more aptly, I’ve not been willing. When you have to explain the origin of the term “going postal”, they’re too young. That’s not even a good test. If they’re more than ten years younger, they’re too young. I’ll draw a line in the sand on that one. From personal experience, that is. No judgment, though. I was an active Cougar for many years, and it was fun as all fuck! But it’s nice to be beyond that, if I am indeed beyond that. There’s a peace in moving out of that season and into something calmer and emotionally safer.
