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The familiar territory is this: that he shifts with his left hand, awkwardly across the steering wheel, so he can leave his right hand in mine; that he reveals too much and then says so, knowing that both are endearing; that each of a hundred small intimacies passes easily.
And then there is the new ground. That he is older than me by a handful of years - not so many, but more than I’m used to. That he has an ex-spouse, which several of my friends have, and two children, while my friends have at most one. That he is neither fervently shopping for a partner nor fleeing those who might potentially be one. That he is more extroverted than I am.
Tonight I’m going to the opera to see him in Faust. I’ve never been so stupid as to date someone in theater. Musicians are bad enough. But so far
posted by tortaluga @ 11:52 AM
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Someone in Theater! but apparently, the meal is fully coursed? what a pleasure...
What a wonderful fall we are having.
Opera is different than theater. So different that I didn't even roll my eyes. And we're working on baby #2 (but hopefully not #3 and #4). And if by a handful, you mean 5+, that's not really a big deal. So just have fun. Sweet, sweet baby-free fun. Without any Cheerios or Elmo or spit-up.
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