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Jun. 14th, 2004 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Poll #307882]
So, I was waiting for the train this morning, as I do every morning, and this guy and I start talking. A nice looking man, obviously a professional of some sort, and very friendly. Also? He was easily my mom's age (56). Or maybe even my dads (would be 61).
And you know what? He was quite charming and attractive and easy to talk to - and this was at 6:45 in the morning on a Monday where I shouldn't, logically, be able to form a coherent thought, let alone express it verbally.
When we got on the train, he came and asked to sit next to me, even though there were plenty of other seats he could have taken, and we ended up having a really nice conversation about all sorts of things. Flying, hiking, rafting, work. It was a really pleasant ride.
Now, I'm not thinking that this man wanted to take me to his home and ravage me or anything, but I realized, when walking to work, that if he had asked me out to dinner, I would have said yes (not that I expect him to ask me out, mind).
And then I thought "huh. I could, feasibly, date, fall in love with and marry a man who was thirty when I was born" (again with the hypothetical). And it kind of tilted my world a bit.
Not because it's bad or horrid or scandalous, but because I had honestly never even thought about it before. Not in any sort of substantial way. Maybe in a flitting through my head kind of way, but not really even then.
So I am just curious if other people ever thought about this. Because it was so random and unexpected.
I also asked my mom about this and she sort of . . . paused. But she said it would be fine with her if I brought home one of her contemporaries as long as he was good to me and made me happy.
25 stones today (though the record will only show 24. I had to pause a stone because it was the end of the day, I had already graded 20 some odd stones, and I couldn't find even a fucking pinpoint in the fancy yellow radiant cut and it was pissing me off. I set it aside to deal with tomorrow when I am more refreshed.
And I got a manicure and pedicure today as I am seeing Stupid Ex tomorrow night and have to look my best. On a random bit if whimsy I went with pink on my fingers instead of red (though red on my toes. I only wear red on my toes. It's a thing). And absolutely unintentionally, the color I picked for my fingernails? 'Pink Diamond'.
Obviously the color was meant for me. It's nice, too. Not to harsh or bright. Kind of a soft, shimmery color. I'm pleased.
And I got a call from my old boss (not Dina! The one before her who I liked. Island). As it turns out, they were looking to hire someone and they thought of me! Nice. But I am very happy in my current job and so I respectfully declined. But if anyone in the New York area is looking for a temp job for a Real Estate company's AP dept. drop me a line.
And now, I sleep. And ponder dating older men.
So, I was waiting for the train this morning, as I do every morning, and this guy and I start talking. A nice looking man, obviously a professional of some sort, and very friendly. Also? He was easily my mom's age (56). Or maybe even my dads (would be 61).
And you know what? He was quite charming and attractive and easy to talk to - and this was at 6:45 in the morning on a Monday where I shouldn't, logically, be able to form a coherent thought, let alone express it verbally.
When we got on the train, he came and asked to sit next to me, even though there were plenty of other seats he could have taken, and we ended up having a really nice conversation about all sorts of things. Flying, hiking, rafting, work. It was a really pleasant ride.
Now, I'm not thinking that this man wanted to take me to his home and ravage me or anything, but I realized, when walking to work, that if he had asked me out to dinner, I would have said yes (not that I expect him to ask me out, mind).
And then I thought "huh. I could, feasibly, date, fall in love with and marry a man who was thirty when I was born" (again with the hypothetical). And it kind of tilted my world a bit.
Not because it's bad or horrid or scandalous, but because I had honestly never even thought about it before. Not in any sort of substantial way. Maybe in a flitting through my head kind of way, but not really even then.
So I am just curious if other people ever thought about this. Because it was so random and unexpected.
I also asked my mom about this and she sort of . . . paused. But she said it would be fine with her if I brought home one of her contemporaries as long as he was good to me and made me happy.
25 stones today (though the record will only show 24. I had to pause a stone because it was the end of the day, I had already graded 20 some odd stones, and I couldn't find even a fucking pinpoint in the fancy yellow radiant cut and it was pissing me off. I set it aside to deal with tomorrow when I am more refreshed.
And I got a manicure and pedicure today as I am seeing Stupid Ex tomorrow night and have to look my best. On a random bit if whimsy I went with pink on my fingers instead of red (though red on my toes. I only wear red on my toes. It's a thing). And absolutely unintentionally, the color I picked for my fingernails? 'Pink Diamond'.
Obviously the color was meant for me. It's nice, too. Not to harsh or bright. Kind of a soft, shimmery color. I'm pleased.
And I got a call from my old boss (not Dina! The one before her who I liked. Island). As it turns out, they were looking to hire someone and they thought of me! Nice. But I am very happy in my current job and so I respectfully declined. But if anyone in the New York area is looking for a temp job for a Real Estate company's AP dept. drop me a line.
And now, I sleep. And ponder dating older men.
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Date: 2004-06-14 05:54 pm (UTC)On a random bit if whimsy I went with pink
The pink is out to get us all. No one is safe. No one.
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Date: 2004-06-14 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-14 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-15 08:10 am (UTC)Heee, yup, what she said. Plus, there's also the fact that I in Belize, my 24-year old friend was dating a 53-year old guy, and I found this completley normal, and even good; they seemed perfect together. I do agree that it depends on the situation, but I think that sometimes it can be a bit limiting to rule out people immediately just because of their age.
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Date: 2004-06-15 07:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-15 09:40 am (UTC)Also?
I only wear red on my toes. It's a thing.
I have a thing like this too. Only red on my toes in the winter, only pink (bright!) on my toes in the summer. That's the first sign of the end of winter - when my toes get pink. Denver rules, and I painted them pink in March this year! And they're never not painted. Not ever.