I have everything, a brother and nice part-time job and eyesugh money and I'm where I want to be, it's just that I'm yes kid anymore, and I still want to be that kid. It doesn't help that a guy where I work, what's what, ten? twelve? years younger than me, he's terrific, and it's so clear that he's NICE to me instead of ATTRACTED to me.
I wouldn't want to go back, and go through everything all over again, the twenties, and thirties, and god help us, the beginning of my forties, but I sure miss being that kid.
Yeh, I know what you mean. When you're admiring the tight butt on a hot young boy-toy and find out that he sees you as a second Mom, it's a bit of a blow to the old ego. But youth ain't all it's cracked up to be, as I'm sure you know. I realized the advantage of being older when the last kid moved out and we bought a nice Honda Gold Wing to go gallivanting on. No more kids to be responsible for, and enough money to do what we want to do for fun. We may not be kids on the outside, but in our minds, we are---and we're having a blast!
Posted by: at February 11, 2006 6:58 AM