In my previous post, I mentioned the low prospects of me getting a date. It’s not just pessimism.
I have found a partner in crime for going out. P is a former coworker who I had lost contact with during my lowest point in the separation, when I was very withdrawn and down all the time. We have rekindled our friendship through another former colleague who still works with her and has always been present.
We are the same age, have similar interests and love a good night out with a drink. We usually start our evening with a meal and good conversation, ranging from funny family stories to bitching about work. Then we go for drinks and fun
Sounds perfect so what’s wrong?
Starting the evening, as I make my way to our pub of choice, I noticed I’m invariably met by drunk (as in falling down drunk) middle aged men on the streets. It’s a weird sight at any time and especially at 7:30pm, the time we usually meet. Why are they so pissed already?
As we have our meal, the public changes. Suddenly we’re surrounded by young people. Not all have alcohol filled heads but most are young enough to be my child. P likes older guys and, while I don’t mind them younger, that’s just too far.
The question is ‘Where the hell are the people our age?’
I guess married, at home. Fuck! Is that so? Have I split up at the worst possible age?
We still go out and we still have a great time but this side is frustrating. I’m not even looking for a husband so it’s not like my standards are too high.
I need a break.