Update: My tenant is finally out! I have been doing so much work at the apartment. I am physically and mentally exhausted. I am still not done but I already have a new tenant waiting to move in. 🙂
“I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.” – Rita Maw Brown
My co-worker’s daughter spent the weekend before last with me. Last time we saw each other we were both complaining that we wanted to get out more but didn’t have friends so we decided that we should to go out together. She is 25 years old, I am 50.
It was fun to forget about apartment renovations, meeting with attorney, talks with accountant, works issues, etc for awhile.
She came over on Friday evening and we started the weekend by going out to dinner, then dancing. On Saturday we spent the day in Manhattan (walking the Highline, Chelsea Market, then around the village), then dinner and more dancing. On Sunday we had foot and back massages, followed by manicures and a great early dinner. It was a tiring weekend but awesome!
There were a lot fun and funny moments. There was great food, drinks and desserts. But the moment that I am choosing to highlight here is a moment that perhaps I should be embarrassed about it – but I am not!
We went barhopping on Friday night, minus the drinking plus the dancing. We are more dancers than drinkers. I was at least 20 years older than everyone at all the places we went to. Surprisingly I didn’t feel out of place at all.
At one point we stepped onto the patio of one of the bars and I noticed a young bespectacled guy looking in my direction. I looked behind me, thinking he is looking at someone else. But no, I was the object of his attention. I blushed and proceeded to exchange glances.
All of a sudden he approaches us (me, my friend and another guy that we were talking to) and introduces himself. I applaud his bravery. I find that guys are normally too shy to approach girls, only doing that if they are drunk. This guy was completely sober. He asked me if I wanted to dance. I was happily accepted.
At some point I asked his age. He is 26 years. He didn’t ask and I didn’t volunteer mine. We danced for a while and when the dancing slowed down a little we kissed. And we kept on kissing. I didn’t want it to end. This guy new how to kiss!!
When the bar was closing, and I was leaving, I gave him my number. Two days later he texted me and asked me out. I said no. I was tempted, really tempted. He seemed great, smart, mature, employed and I enjoyed his company, but to think that it could go further than that is a fantasy. And kissing is my limit. This experience fed my ego, and while I am not necessarily proud of it, I am not embarrassed yet.
On that note I made a realization about my dating habits. I have been dating with the intent of finding a partner to be with for the rest of my life. I become very critical and focused. I realized that I should date for fun and if the right person comes along then we will see what happens. I should be in the moment and enjoy life instead of planning a future that may never come.
It is a beautiful thing to be an adult and free and not accountable to anyone. Finally at 50 years old I feel this way. I feel free!!
Life is too short, too beautiful for me to worry about what others may think of my actions. The world needs more love, more kissing! And if I so desire and another young man comes along, I may do some more kissing! 🙂