My mom dating much younger man
For the next six months, Mike and I were just friends.
I made sure to regularly ask about whom he was dating, because I didn't want him to think I was interested.
Mike's eyes widened—and then he started revealing some deep stuff about himself, too.
Two years later, Mike and I are definitely a couple—we live together and we're deeply in love.
Even his mother approves of us, saying that Mike has always been one to follow his heart. My dad has no idea how old Mike is, and while my mom knows he's younger, she's never asked for details. Although he says having children isn't important to him and that he'd still feel fulfilled without kids, I don't believe him.
I know I can’t avoid the topic for very long, since he is moving in at the beginning of December.
He obliged, and as we clinked glasses, I guessed he was in his early 30s. That's so weird." The word rattled around in my head, even after he changed the subject to his upcoming marathon training. The banter that had come so easily seemed stilted in the bar. I said yes, but as soon as I got to the meet-up spot, I wanted to drive away. It wasn't what they were wearing—I was wearing an athletic tank top and hiking pants, same as the other women—but they all seemed so carefree.