It wasn't until the next day that my friend revealed he was only 25.
Meanwhile, I wanted to slide under the table and disappear. He obliged, and as we clinked glasses, I guessed he was in his early 30s.
When I tell him Mike he can't knowif he wants children, he thinks I'm being condescending and close-minded. But I went back and forth on the kids thing somany times in my 30s that I don't want him to shut a door he may want to open in the future.
We adopted a dog together, which was a really big deal for me.
Whenever I thought about getting a pet, I'd always think, Mike helped me realize that none of those questions mattered—yes, it was good to know we could take care of her and had some stability, but that we'd always figure out a way to make things work.
I felt like the two additional decades of hard-won life experience created a wall between me and the group—and between Mike and me. Yes, I'd heard of Drake and Snapchat, but it wasn't pop culture.
For the next six months, Mike and I were just friends.
To me, it was much easier to make everything strictly between friends.
Things changed one night over beers at a favorite local bar when I finally said what I was afraid of: I was worried I'd screwed up my life, and that it was too late to change it. I've always tended to get along better with people a decade or so younger than me—peg it to my being single with no kids as well as a At the party, I flirted with the handsome man making a rum and coke in the kitchen, asking if he could whip one up for me, too. I knew that the guests at the party were going to be younger than me; I work as an occupational therapist at a hospital and most of the coworkers I'm closest with are the ones in their 20s and early 30s.Mike's eyes widened—and then he started revealing some deep stuff about himself, too.He told me about how his best friend had died in a drowning accident in college, and how much that tragedy still affected him, six years later.In general, he's good at making things workin a way that always surprises me.