I'm sure, like me, you've done it many times--after certain words, phrases, and comments come trickling out of your mouth, you want to go crawl into a hole. Luckily, I can't remember most of my faux pas, but unfortunately I committed another boo boo.
Doing laundry on an early Saturday morning to beat the crowd; necessary when there are just two washers and dryers and only one washer working on this particular day. My neighbor had the same idea but would have to wait.
Although never had talked to Mark in depth, I knew he was divorced, and he could have been instrumental in landing me an administrative position with the Jewish association around the corner if I wasn't already working at the college.
Mark related that he had a 13-year-old son and a 19-year-old daughter who attends college. Admitted I had seen his son on occasion as well as his daughter. "No," Mark said, "that probably was my girlfriend." He kept talking quite casually about it--a 19-year age difference--he is 51 and she is 32. I just wanted to disappear and was glad when Mark left.
The more I thought about it, the more incensed I became and somewhat got a bee in my bonnet, enough to consider writing a blog on those relationships known as "May-December" romances, but probably would have stepped on some people's toes.
No wonder seasoned women have trouble finding a man.
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I've done this so much I actually acquired a taste for shoe leather.
Hey, what happened to "now I have internet so I can start blogging again"? (Bless your heart, that is.)
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