After a few dates, a 45-year-old woman invited me to her place. During dinner, I seriously regretted ending up in her apartment—I was definitely not prepared for what happened next…
I was heading to Marina’s place with a bottle of wine, feeling so ridiculously, almost boyishly excited that I’m embarrassed just thinking about it now. I’m forty-eight years old. You’d think by now I’d have learned to read people, pick up on subtle hints, and not build castles in the air after just a few […]
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