I have found myself in my mid thirties single. Steering towards a midlife crisis, realizing life will never change till I make it change.
With this is mind, I had a date . I went out with a 22 year old this week end. A yummy yummy 22 who found me charming and witty. We had conversations about politics, dreams and ideals of being young. He was so yummy I wanted to use him as butter and syrup on my pancakes.
Do I see this as being a forever thing? Probably not. But I’m going to start chronicling my dating adventures in my little space here. Because life is too short to contain it and I have to find the woman I used to be who once went bungee jumping strapped to a guy I had just met 7 minutes earlier.
