“Who else do you know who has this — a man who’d eat your p***y all morning, make you eggs, wash your dishes and vacuum your house.” — The Drummer, 74-years-old
And he’s right …
Been thinking a lot about the advantages — and disadvantages — of loving a partner older than you — in my case —The Drummer.
I had always been with the one and only Cindi Gallop on this one. Younger. One good night. Maybe 3. No stay overs. Hot and fun. I had girlfriends for the soul talks thankyouverymuch.
The most significant partner I had before The Drummer was 15 years my junior. It was what I was used to. And demanded.
But five years ago — I took the dive into … ta dah … men my age. And double ta dah — friendships first.
Pros and cons:
PRO:
Gets my jokes and references (oh god how I have missed this!!!)
A widower — knows how to love. Cliché — but my truth.
Arty and – yea – gonna use the term – a friggin bohemian — which I love.
(except for the khakis and vests. Yikes … my own Maynard. G. Krebbs)
Doesn’t want to marry again. (yea)
Has his own place and doesn’t want to cohabitate. (double yea)
Open to explorations in the sack.
All still working. Whew.
CON:
Closer to the exit.
Closer to the inevitable changes of … aging.
Closer to the disadvantages of sex declining. Hey — does that have to be?
I think of Mick Jagger and his 44th baby — and cheer up.
There have been many comforts of being with someone older — we may dimple together into our 80s. Maybe 90s. I’ll skip the 100’s.
Maybe I’ll stop freaking out at a new rash on his body. Instead choose to pick at each other’s bumps like a couple of Coppery Titi Monkey – the ones who bond for a lifetime.
Now – that sounds kind of appealing.
Thinkin Cindi Gallop and her point of view – I love it. But mine has shifted. Things have shifted.
I no longer want to be writing the same story – with the same ending – over and over again.
But am I ready?