Dubai Milestones into Skipping Stones
Taking my friend Mark out to lunch on his fiftieth birthday didn’t seem a to be the big event I envisioned. I wanted to celebrate his birthday in a bigger way, but lack of funds denied me this opportunity. Mark didn’t mind that there was no hoop-la at his expense. He told me being here with me instead of spending unnecessary money on any of those fabulous four star hotels dubai was so much better, really. Turning 50 to him was not what he considered a milestone . Where as for me, turning 50 was a huge milestone and a stone I’d rather skip.
I don’t feel like a 50 year old, but I know my body, even though some say I can pass for a forty-year old person, is that of a 50 year old woman. Every part of my body is sagging! It’s been really hard for me to deal with being this old and watching the meltdown of my body. I still have a lot of puppy left in me, and I still like dating younger men. Men who are 6 to 10 years younger than me because men my age really are not as much fun. Men my age, or older, seem to be lost and clueless when it comes to the younger generation and they seem to prefer acting mature and responsible. When I peruse the on-line dating personals , weekly, I have to go through hundreds of dull, non-inventive profiles of men my age to find the one posting that will make me laugh. Even then that’s no guarantee that they will be funny and fun to be with when we meet-up for the first time.
Like my friend Mark, he has turned into such a fuddy-duddy . I believe when Mark was born, he was born an old man, and this is the reason why he’s not upset that I didn’t plan anything fun for his birthday. So, here I sit with my long-time friend of 30 years, just the two of us, eating lunch at our favorite Ethiopian restaurant. Me boyfriendless and frustrated cause my 51st birthday is round the corner and Mark is totally content with his dull life, not at all concerned that he’s old. I smile at him all the while wanting to flick food at his contentedness.