You might take some comfort in knowing that I dated a 38-year-old woman when I was 24. We went on about it for 2 1/2 years. She always expected me to leave. She told me that I had to find someone appropriate to marry. She reserved Saturday nights for us, but admonished me to go out Fridays and “howl,” hoping that I might meet a good match. She was fun and appropriate. We got quite domestic over time. I even went to Canada to meet her older brother, who was truly in a different generation from me. One day I said I thought we needed some space, and all she did was hold me to it. We never saw each other again. One of the most beautiful relationships I ever had.

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