45 years old this weekend.
Fuck. How did I get to be halfway finished with this life and only have 70 ish watches to show for it? (and, yes, I'm counting the Mary Kate and Ashley watches even though they don't fit my manish wrists)
I just stsrted dating someone recently after a very long time single...which was after a very long time married. Not that I haven't dating in the past few years, but there hasn't been anything serious...at least not serious to the point that I was missing him when he's not around. Ugh...I've become a teenage girl. Next I'll start standing in line to see the Twilight movies (team Jacob, of course).
I'm wondering how I do this again, the whole "getting involved" thing. I'm too old to play it cool (not that cool was ever really an option for me) I'm way too old to not recognize that he's a great guy (and not nearly stupid enough to pass up the chance at a VERY good thing). And I'm way way too old to settle for anything or anyone I'm not gaga for. (note to younger readers: "gaga" used to mean being crazy for someone. I'm not planning on wearing a meat suit for him...I'd never make it close enough to the butchers counter before retching at the sight of dead things).
