She Who Must Not Be Named dumped me a few months ago. We argued constantly, being in love with a Latina is like having an opera inside your head all the time. Lots of noise, lots of drama.
Then Kathy found me on FaceBook. Kathy was the first girl I ever kissed. My high school sweetheart, we went to university together. Then, in her second summer she married someone else.
Thirty-two years later and we are together again. It is like picking up a conversation again after all those years. It is so nice to be with her. She says nice things to me. I missed that.
She is a widow lady now. John was killed in an industrial accident.
We are in our fifties, and a relationship at our age is ... different. The sex is not so good, but the quality of the hotel room has increased quite a bit over the years. (Heated floors in the bathroom!) But also sex is not so important anymore; friendship is.
She has two children, both almost thirty. Imagine that!
Changes are afoot for me (for both of us, really). No more strip clubs I imagine. Still, life is about change and embrace it.
I just wanted to tell you all. I am very happy.



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Adorable.


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