so all was just swell. my young hottie and i have been getting along famously. everything was in place-great sex, plenty of laughter, common interests. we have even gotten into a routine-a daily pattern that brought with it all of the comforts of being in a relationship. so, that is what it had become-a relationship. there wasn’t any need to discuss it, but it just felt right. UNTIL LAST NIGHT. as i was was falling asleep, my much much younger man began with the questions-‘does our age difference freak you out’ ‘are you uncomfortable with the idea of being together’ etc etc etc. i mean it didn’t stop and was making me feel more uncomfortable than i imagined i was. sheesh. sometimes things are just better left unsaid.
i loved everything about where we were. i was settling into the idea of being with him-and now it feels robbed of its innonence. robbed of its raw uninhibited passion. the questions he asked me as we lay in bed linger over my head. am i uncomfortable? is our age diffrence too big of an issue to ignore? i couldn’t answer the questions last night. but they are all i can think about today.
i’m hoping things return to the bliss i’ve had….but let it it be clear:if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.
i feel bleh
