My boyfriend is sexy (think: Jason Statham), and he has had years to master his skills. We've had to talk about the inevitability of my aging into my prime (whatever that means) while he ages past his.
I am saddened by the thought that I will outlive him, yet I find immense comfort in knowing that I get to spend any time at all loving him. His kids are grown, and he doesn't know if he could start all over.
They lived in the house that I grew up in since 1975.
Why does he have to include everyone else in this madness???
Fast-forward five years and I am insanely in love with this man.
I had never dated an older man nor did I ever imagine I would (although I did always find Harrison Ford more attractive than Chace Crawford, so maybe it has been inside me all along).
He spends weekends jumping out of airplanes, and I spend them reading a book at the drop zone waiting for him to land.We are both in love with our families and obsessed with our two sweet dogs.Despite all the love, we've been called every name in the book: I must be a gold digger and have daddy issues.I can't imagine not creating life out of our love, but I'm terrified my children will grow up to hate me because they won't get the same time with their dad that most kids do.Then I remember that what really matters is that children are born into an abundance of love — and that's one thing our home hasn't lacked since we moved in together just a few weeks after our first date.