Dating a man 25 years older than me
The intensity extends to our sex life, which is all one might imagine it would be with a hard-bodied, hot man in his 20s (when I mentioned to a friend how kind he was, she said she was too distracted by his looks to notice), and it's helped me remember the sexually liberated woman I was in mine. This is the first time I've had a relationship that is both carnal and profoundly emotional.
When I step back and take an objective look at us — he's 26, I'm 48 — I think I must look ridiculous.
She liked my husband, she explained, but he and my married life never quite fit with the person she'd known me to be. I think the convention-busting girl I was in my premarital 20s may have had it right.
Risk is relative and personal, and sometimes, the socially mandated choices are the most hazardous of all.
I had dinner recently with an old friend I hadn't seen in many years.
She told me she never thought my marriage was the end of my story.
I didn't want to get into another serious relationship any time soon. As if anything in my life had gone according to plan…
While I worry that he'd prefer a woman whose body hasn't been quite so affected by gravity, he tells me many times a day how beautiful I am — even when I know I am not at my prettiest.In Cairo, I resurrected the bold, adventurous woman I'd been two decades earlier, before I'd yielded to the pressures and should-dos of grown-up life.I'd met my former husband in the then-Soviet Moscow, where I'd moved from Paris in search of a job in journalism. In Cairo — I was working on a book about Egypt, so moving there seemed the logical choice — I found strange comfort in the upheaval.We kissed for the first time on a snow-carpeted Red Square and, after we got married, lived in Hong Kong and London before moving back to the U. for what I thought would be a temporary period of career-building before we set off on more adventures. The adrenaline rush of living in the midst of political instability distracted me from my personal turmoil.Twenty years and two kids later, we were still in New York, settled as firmly as if our feet had been cemented there. The pain was still there, but dealing with the trials of daily life in Egypt as a single woman was empowering.