That Age Catagory

My best friend is a man.  We dated.  We lived together for about two and a half years.  Our relationship evolved.  Things changed.  We have lived in neighboring communities for years.  I trust him.  He trusts me.  He has his freedom.   I have a man who will help me at the drop of a hat (except on poker night; I’m on my own) fix just about anything.

Teasingly, I said, “…and I’m not even wearing a bra tonight.”

His reply, “I know.”

“How’d you know?  I’m wearing a long sleeve t-shirt, a turtle neck and this huge, thick sweatshirt.”

He says, “Because you’re not up.”

Ah, yes, the joys of being a woman in her mid-forties.

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