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.