If any of you out there are in a less than conventional relationship by societies standards you will understand my chagrin at this weekends happenings.
I live in the heart of suburbia.
Granted its gotten a little more "flavorful" in my hood lately, but you dont have to travel far down the road to be once again in the warmly beating epicenter of "soccer moms and SUVs"
Well my sweetie and I went out to dinner on Saturday at a local tex-mex establishment.
Margaritas and beer all around..keep em coming!
So of course we get carded (because clearly I am so young and well preserved that I boggle more simple minds)
The server cards me first, than my sweetie.
You could tell he wanted so badly to ask for mine back...and confirm the age difference.
Because, you see my "guy" is significantly younger than me.
It is such a non-issue with us, that we rarely even notice other people noticing anymore.
All of our friends and family have gotten past the age difference, mostly because over time I think people stop looking at each other in terms of labels and start just seeing what works.
We are irritatingly nauseatingly blissfully happy, but you need not worry about me blogging ad nauseum about it. We've been together for close to a year now, and I havent done it yet..so ya'll are safe.
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