Mike reached across the table to examine mine."You were born in 1966? That's so weird."The word rattled around in my head, even after he changed the subject to his upcoming marathon training. The banter that had come so easily seemed stilted in the bar. I said yes, but as soon as I got to the meet-up spot, I wanted to drive away. It wasn't what they were wearing—I was wearing an athletic tank top and hiking pants, same as the other women—but they all seemed so carefree.
Not necessarily just sexually, but myriad other ways, too: The first guy you watch with, the guy who buys you a copy of Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of The Moon," the first one in the passenger's seat as soon as you get your learner's permit...his dry sense of humor kills you, and dang those eyes!And then you learn that the same year you graduated college, he was wrapping up his freshman year—of high school.Being the older, wiser man is a power trip for him.And that's all about , the said power trip he is getting off on should be overt.