…and despite the fact that I am fifty-four years old, I feel like a teenager.
His name is Jeff, and he is fifty-six years old. Between the two of us, we have been around the block, so to speak. We met at the restaurant and stayed there a LONG time. Not wanting the night to end, we drove to another place to continue the night. Meeting at just before 5 pm, my night ended when I arrived home just after 2 am. And while I write this post about what a good time I had and what a nice night it was, I’m getting texts and sending him texts.
He likes me. I really think he likes me! Isn’t that what Sally Field said?
