I told a friend about a new guy I’d been corresponding with, who is significantly younger than I am. She didn’t rant at me, didn’t make me feel stupid, and just said to go for it if it makes me happy.

An acquaintance told me that he could be my son and asked if I was crazy.

So yes, there is someone new, and he’s probably young enough to be my son in some cultures but age is just a number. We’ve talked for hours and hours and he and I rarely even talk about sex, there is so much more to talk about. So, I’m secure that he’s not just some horny kid looking for some.

The other guy wanted to meet for breakfast but gave me an hours’ notice. Nope, can’t do. I’m hoping maybe tomorrow he’ll want to meet but if not, it’s ok, the other one talks much more and therefore, interests me more. If I can’t talk to you to find out if you’re intelligent or not, it’s going to be hard to get my attention.

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