Learning to Fly – Tom Petty w/ Stevie Nicks : Does it get better than this? I got a little tingle feeling on my arms that I recognized as goosebumps.
Well, if I were slightly less tired from last night’s party (my ass is old; I cannot stay out that late anymore!!), being less tired would be a great start. Being finished with these papers looming over me (I can practically feel the executioner’s ax on my neck). However, attending the Junior League of Phoenix White Party was awfully fun last night! Any opportunity to don a new dress and pair it with vintage treasures from inside my closet is alright by me (and this made for the seemingly one time per year I can bring out my fluffy fox stole – relax, it was already an estate piece when I got it). Rooftop dancing at Casablanca Lounge among suspended flower arrangements and a grooving DJ on a Saturday night in January — and NOT feeling cold? Yes, please!
Well, and although my ass may be old, the cutie 25 year old from one of the stops last night actually reached out to me and asked me on a date. I figured why the hell not, and so Saturday night will be a puma (I think that’s what I would be called). All I have to lose is some hairspray, lipgloss, and I can chalk up the night at the very least to one of an experience! I’m not yet sure if this means this young buck has a thing for older women (Dear Lord, I hope he doesn’t think I’m a cougar – I don’t like being aged upwards) or if I maybe am not quite the picture of the little old lady I see in my mind?
But either way, although I do not view, with any seriousness, a possible romantic connection with someone more than a decade younger than me, this is an opportunity for me to get out and have a new experience with someone new. Truth be told, I have been so completely shut down to the idea of dating — ANYONE — perhaps a date with a quarter-centarian might help me find the fun that I used to have dating again. This is my flying leap. Hey, I generally don’t date men younger than me (not by design or choice; it’s really just worked out that way), and this fellow is so significantly younger than me, to call it a leap is not much of a leap. Hell, that I actually agreed to go out on a date – with anyone – at this point is a leap!