P (age 5): “How old is Grammy?”
P: “How old is Grandpop?”
P: “Grammy is bigger than Grandpop?!”
G (age 7, know it all): They love each other. That’s all that matters.
We’re talking 6 months here, people.
What is it with little girls (especially) desiring that the man in a relationship should be older? Why is that such a big deal? Are little boys obsessed with this as well?
I’m sure, as a child, I probably assumed that men should be older than the women they married, but I don’t think I lost much sleep over it. In fact, I think I married a younger man (my ex-husband didn’t have a birth certificate, so we really don’t know – really long story about being born in a village.) If I had any age difference issues I suppose I got over them.
All my life I have preferred older men, yet, here in my forties, I think I would be cool with a younger man, if that were meant to be. Not too young, mind you, I have no desire to be with a man who has a significantly smaller amount of life experience than me; that’s bound to turn out bad.
But a little bit younger wouldn’t be too bad – I’d just make sure not to mention his age to my kids…
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There is something utterly sad about someone without a friend. My dad told us yesterday that the reason my neighbor Bill’s family (father & daughter) did not have a service for him after he passed away a few weeks ago was because they could not think of a single person to invite.
I cannot find a word to express how sad that is.
However, I am a FIRM believer that to have a friend, you have to be a friend. You have to put yourself out there and make it happen.
Initiate a conversation
Invite someone over or out to eat
Follow up with what you said you would do (like get together some time)
I am blessed to have a BFFF. (Best Friend for Freakin’ Forever, pardon my French)
When I was broken and alone, she pursued a relationship with me. She made it happen. Had me over. Opened up her life and her heart to me. I’m so glad she did.
She also goes with me to the tattoo parlor, takes me in when my heart is broken (twice), celebrates random holidays with me so we won’t be alone, remembers all those special events that no one else does, the list goes on…
Nothing Beats a Best Friend.
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Vidalias, where have you been all my life? If only I could find a man like you…
At two weeks shy of my 40th birthday I discovered Vidalia onions. I’ve been a long time onion crier and for the first time in my life I cut an onion that didn’t bring me tears. Could there be a man out there like a Vidalia onion – one who doesn’t make me cry? (in a bad way, good tears are totally cool)
Would he need to have been born and bred (possibly conceived) in Georgia?
Would any Southern gentleman do?
If I ever do find my very own Vidalia onion of a man, I have one addition to the traditional vows that I would like him to add.
Groom: “Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only to her forevermore…
…and take out the trash whenever the need may be?
This should never happen.
I’ve enjoyed spending the month of April writing through the alphabet with the A to Z Challenge. I’ve been waiting for “V.”