Aw, that's a great story, Rick.

I can imagine dating someone much younger than me, but not someone a whole lot older (Like >10 years). I don't know if it's because I'm immature or if I'm a dirty old lady.

My husband was 15 years older than me and it was really right for us.

There was the occasional "Is this your dad?" but that was mainly because I looked impossibly young until I was about 35.

If I'm honest, I was always the adult in that relationship, regardless of chronology.

It makes me a teeny bit sad that, having heard this from a facebook connection, the DEXH does not want me to see him be 'old'. We were friends for a long time after we weren't married any longer. It's too ironic and bit of too bad that age was never an issue at the beginning, but is here at the end.

My mother is 62, and her husband is now 80 (they got together when she was about 40). He was quite energetic and vigorous until the last couple of years (didn't retire until 75 and then only because of nerve problems making him unable to have the precise control necessary for dentistry), but now he is clearly aging (although still energetic enough that they are in Prague as I type.) She worries about him a LOT now, and sometimes finds herself thinking, "why am I sitting around with these old people?" when they are with a group of his age-mates from their church.

TCG is 10 years older than me, which was never a big deal for either of us, and as far as health and energy are concerned, he certainly has the advantage.

My parents sent me a family genealogy recently, and it was intersting to see how many of my male ancestors had children late in life.

People from the rural population around here often submit pictures to the newspaper showing five generations at one time: baby, parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-great-grandparents.

It's hard to imagine that with my toddlers. They have a great-great-grandfather who was born in 1844. Chances of a photo-opp are slim.

"why am I sitting around with these old people?"

I had a conversation with my mom recently about how neither of us really believes that golf is a real thing that people choose to do - I tend to think it's a sport for fictional people and she thinks it's something for old people to do. Like drinking hard liquor. And since she doesn't do either of those things, she's not old.

Which reminded both of us of how my great-grandmother always complained about living at the retirement home because it was full of old people. She was in her 90s at the time and those "old people" were all younger than her, strictly speaking.

(I know my biomechanical issues, so I just brought a heating pad with me. And tennis balls for muscle knots. And a strap to stretch my iliopsoas. Hi, I am 93 years old.)

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I do feel better today (mentally). Thanks.

Worked for three hours, it started pouring, we knocked off, now it's sunny. Fuck you, NOLA weather. I'm doing a brain dump and am going to try and be super productive until 3 pm or so, when I will start drinking. Yay for sushi happy hour and generous friends.

Rick, that is a fabulous story!

It makes me a teeny bit sad that, having heard this from a facebook connection, the DEXH does not want me to see him be 'old'.

Oh, man. That's tough, from both sides.

Which reminded both of us of how my great-grandmother always complained about living at the retirement home because it was full of old people. She was in her 90s at the time and those "old people" were all younger than her, strictly speaking.

My grandmother on my mother's side worked on up into her 80s as a home health aid - "taking care of old people" is what she called it.

Rick, I like your story! Awww. And now twins! :) But it also kinda makes me sad--I mean, when I was born I still had two great-grandparents around, and while one grandparent died when I was about 10, the others all died while I was in college. So I had time with them, and remember them well. But if I have kids, no great-grandparents for them, and given that my dad turns 72 today (and is not in great shape) who knows if they'd even know their grandfather? Sad.

When I'm around people my age, I think, "Who are these old people, and why don't they understand the internet?"