So I’m posting this for the benefit of those who have mocked me in other threads.
Not that your mockery was unwarranted. It was totally warranted, and was exactly what I needed. Thank you. I no longer obsess over that 17-years-my junior lady from my church, and I got over that stupid crush on my way-too-young-for-me first cousin.
I’m 49 years old, and will turn 50 in May, and I’m now “dating” a 48-year-old woman.
Totally unexpected. I wasn’t looking, and she wasn’t looking, but here we are.
What happened?
I live in a pre-WW2 apartment building (I don’t actually know when this place was built, but there is a genuine icebox in my kitchen). I’ve lived here for four years now. On Christmas Eve, I happened to notice a “patch” on my kitchen wall that I had somehow never noticed before. It looked, size-wise, like it must have been a vent between my apartment and the next apartment, from back in the days when these apartments shared a heat source in the winter (a furnace in the basement).
So I reached down and knocked on that patch. And somebody knocked back from the other side.
And then I heard a woman’s voice say, through the wall, “Come over here!”
So I went over there.
We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas together, and every day since. I have never hit it off with a woman so quickly. So quickly that we’re already talking about marriage. She has, over the last couple decades, been with a string of abusive men (the last one took a freaking golf club to her) and she says that I am the first genuine “nice guy” she has ever met.
It gets even better: She lived for several years in the same little podunk town where my mom grew up, and both of her children graduated from the same high school as my parents. (Her kids are 28 and 29 years old.)
I am so in love.
That 17-years-my-junior woman is going to be our wedding planner (that’s what she does, aside from her tailoring stuff); in fact, she came up to me at church on Sunday morning (after having spoken with my girlfriend/fiance) to ask, “Have you told anybody else yet?” and when I answered in the negative she promised to keep it to herself.
As it stands, Michaelle and I may get legally married before our “official” ceremony. Like she pointed out to me, "Why are we paying more than $1300/month for two apartments? (Given that I am a musician at my church, and have been for 20 years, I cannot move in with a woman to whom I’m not married.)+
Another thing about my age and having never married or fathered children … my parents nagging me about grandchildren. When I marry Michaelle, I will turn my parents into instant GREATgrandparents (their current grandchildren are 17 and 14, my nieces). But, sorry, Dad, not gonna father any boys to carry on the family name. My girl has had a hysterectomy. You’re gonna have to be satisfied with her kids. And you should be - her son is a cop, just like you were.
