At 64, I spent a night with a man nearly 30 years younger… but when I woke up in the hotel room, I discovered something terrifying.

blue one I hadn’t worn in a long time.

I brushed my hair carefully, added a little lipstick, looked at myself in the mirror, and whispered:

“Just one evening, Margaret. You deserve one evening.”

Then I took a bus into the city.

No plan.

I just knew I didn’t want to spend my birthday alone in that silent house.

I ended up in a small hotel bar downtown. Warm continue reading …