So I was hanging out with N. last night. We had had a hot time in bed and were hanging out talking while he had a cigarette before heading out to dinner. We got on the topic about people lying about their age and I said, “But you don’t lie about your age.”
“I lie about my age a little.”
“Really? How old are you?”
“How old did I tell you I was?”
“How old are you actually? You told me you’re 45.”
“I’m 55.”
“Noooooo. I can’t believe it, you don’t look 55.”
“I don’t feel 55.”
And so yes, I’m not only dating an older man, something I was hesitant about when I thought he was just 11 years older than me, but a man old enough to be my father. (He’s just three years younger than my dad. Two years younger than my mom.) Wow. I’m still trying to get my head around this but ultimately I figure I’ve really enjoyed spending time with him and hey, he’s the same person/age he was before I found out about the age discrepancy. I’m not thrilled about the lie but I figure I really like him and had he been honest up front with me about his age I would have never given him a chance, which would have been regrettable. Life is funny.
I find that I’m very trusting, often too trusting. I’m honest with people about myself so the thought seldom enters my head that they might not be completely honest with me. As long as N. is honest about everything else we’ll be fine.
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