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About My Age

I'm in a coffee shop, drinking tea, and reading a book.

I look up as someone walks past my table.

It's a woman, about my age, and quite attractive.

She's holding hot coffee, looking for a place to sit.

I offer her just such a place at my table and she accepts.

I say a few niceties, she says some as well.

We talk about our lives and our hopes.

I take her to dinner, she takes me to bed.

We've been dating three months now.

I want to ask her to move in with me,

but first I want her to meet my grandchildren.

Story by:

Kent V Anderson

13 January 2016