Dating At What’s Supposed To Be The Age Of Reason
Thank you, my friends!
Let’ be honest, I have nothing to tell you about my own life.
I’ve got my head in my garden and I’m experiencing different things—who would have thought that watering your olive trees at sunset, bare feet, all covered in mud be a version of climax?
My life is anti-fancy before it will be SUPER FANCY, when I—obviously—become Morocco’s Martha Stewart. In the meantime, all I have to go about in the way of sex, city, and romance are my friend’s stories. Oh, but they are so good.
Here are a few, generously donated by them.
Man Lost
My friend is splendid. She’s my age, and she was flirting with a sweet lawyer in his early forties. She didn’t really care for him.
“I’m just having fun, but he’s so cute!” she shared with a girlfriend twenty years her junior.
She would never have imagined what would happen when, a few days later, the younger woman asked for the lawyer’s phone number “to ask him a legal question.”
Several weeks went by, and then one day a message popped up on WhatsApp.
“Hi! I thought you should hear it from me... I’m seeing the lawyer now.”
