Here comes the paranoia again. Somehow, Ogged knows my "much older man" is coming to visit this weekend.
Ogged, please stop trying to freak me out. I'm already there.
Can't you let the world know you're getting some on your own blog?
Apparently not, huh?
Now I'm freaked out AND full of shame.
Inexplicably, I've come in recent times to think that women into "much older men" is just a sensational idea. Right now it's if they're into men who are 45. Next year, I suspect my opinion will change to encompass the idea that 46 is ideal.
I have no explanation for this. It just seems to me to display immense maturity and wisdom.