After you create your account, you'll be able to customize options and access all our 15,000 new posts/day with fewer ads. When we met online, it took me almost 6 months to get her to meet in person. My last 2 gfs have been 2-3 years older than me but thats meaningless as you get old like me. If you are both working, supporting yourself, independent adults etc. My last 2 gfs have been 2-3 years older than me but thats meaningless as you get old like me. If you are both working, supporting yourself, independent adults etc. Yeah, I had to chase her a bit (subtley) until she got to know me.
We met the following week, and I spilled the tale of my failed marriage. It was under renovation, but we snuck into a dark conference room to admire the stunning Nile view … It was a great kiss — until a security guard pointed his massive flashlight at us and shooed us away.The last time that had happened to me, I'd been in the back of my high school boyfriend's car. A few days after our kiss, he said he considered us a couple, and a week later, he told me he loved me.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.The occasions when we are gazing into each other's eyes and I wonder if he sees an old lady have grown far fewer.
I had dinner recently with an old friend I hadn't seen in many years.
Imagine my surprise then when, over beers, I casually mentioned my kids and was immediately overcome by the desire to pull the words back into my mouth.
My chagrin made me realize that, at least on a subconscious level, I was interested in him. A few days later, he sent me a message saying he missed me. We meandered to a nearby hotel to check out the rooftop bar there.
Instead, I chose to relocate with my two young sons to a country in turmoil, arriving on the bloodiest day in its modern history. 14, 2013, the day Egyptian forces killed more than 700 civilian demonstrators — including a British journalist who had been a guest at a dinner party I'd thrown — I moved to Egypt.
While looking for peace there may sound insane, for me, the move was a lifesaver.
And despite the age difference and the fact that we disagreed on everything from movies to ideal vacation spots, I felt the same way.