I said yes, but as soon as I got to the meet-up spot, I wanted to drive away. It wasn't what they were wearing—I was wearing an athletic tank top and hiking pants, same as the other women—but they all seemed so carefree.I didn't know them personally, but I was pretty sure none of them had been divorced—which I had by time I was their age.In general, he's good at making things workin a way that always surprises me.
For the next six months, Mike and I were just friends.
Still, when Mike and I went out for drinks, I barely thought about our age gap until our server asked for our IDs.
Mike reached across the table to examine mine."You were born in 1966? That's so weird."The word rattled around in my head, even after he changed the subject to his upcoming marathon training. The banter that had come so easily seemed stilted in the bar. A week later, he invited me to join him and his friends for a hike, followed by a party.
Three years ago, Mike and I met at a coworker's engagement party.
It wasn't until the next day that my friend revealed he was only 25.