dancing flame
05-10-2006, 12:23 AM
Whew...okay...I am new to this and awed by my happiness..however I'm still holding a little something back. From me. I am 57 and he is 37. I am a so called "young looking" woman. I have a career..I have a son who is 17.
I am recently by my own decision separated from a 17 year marriage to a nice man my own age. I am now deeply involved with a YM who loves me and who (and here I struggle for the right words) who is loving me with care and intensity and consideration and declarations physically, socially, and even with his open accepting parents...loving me with everything in his beautiful soul..and yet I still have reservations. Soon I will be older older. We age faster physically now. Yes I am deeply concerned with body and yes I am far less than lovely without my clothes but he says he doesn't care. He says he has never felt so much in love and so good.
Together we have that "blue light". We don't argue..we have the same adventurist spiirit (we are avid motorcyclists) we are like "velcro" loving, affectionate and turned on all the time. He is wise, understanding and open. He showers me with kisses on the mornings we wake together. He calls morning and night when we are apart. We talk for hours and hold each other constantly when we are together. He cooks and cleans with me///fixes things and and I want only for his happiness. My god..even his mother loves me!
So what is wrong? I just cannot believe this can be. I am mostly concerned with body image. At 57 I do sag. Tall and slender though I am...strong and bright..and adventurous...I need to understand..how can such a lovely young man be so much in love with me...and more important...can it last past the next few years? 60 looms in my future. 60...and yet he loves. And despite my reservations..so do I.
Mystifying because I know my trepidation comes from conditioning. All our friends are open and accepting. I so don't want him to wake up one morning and say...Yikes..what am I doing her with this old lady?
He calls me dancing flame...I know I burn.. I know I am different from many women my own age...but I know many things and so I seek here some reality checking. Is opening myslelf to the love of this sweet passionate person as risky as hurtling along the highway on my motorycle at great speed and for long distance the same?
Rhetorical and metaphorical question...but fair too.
What....am..I ...going..to..do..?
Ah yes, I am dancing flame.
I am recently by my own decision separated from a 17 year marriage to a nice man my own age. I am now deeply involved with a YM who loves me and who (and here I struggle for the right words) who is loving me with care and intensity and consideration and declarations physically, socially, and even with his open accepting parents...loving me with everything in his beautiful soul..and yet I still have reservations. Soon I will be older older. We age faster physically now. Yes I am deeply concerned with body and yes I am far less than lovely without my clothes but he says he doesn't care. He says he has never felt so much in love and so good.
Together we have that "blue light". We don't argue..we have the same adventurist spiirit (we are avid motorcyclists) we are like "velcro" loving, affectionate and turned on all the time. He is wise, understanding and open. He showers me with kisses on the mornings we wake together. He calls morning and night when we are apart. We talk for hours and hold each other constantly when we are together. He cooks and cleans with me///fixes things and and I want only for his happiness. My god..even his mother loves me!
So what is wrong? I just cannot believe this can be. I am mostly concerned with body image. At 57 I do sag. Tall and slender though I am...strong and bright..and adventurous...I need to understand..how can such a lovely young man be so much in love with me...and more important...can it last past the next few years? 60 looms in my future. 60...and yet he loves. And despite my reservations..so do I.
Mystifying because I know my trepidation comes from conditioning. All our friends are open and accepting. I so don't want him to wake up one morning and say...Yikes..what am I doing her with this old lady?
He calls me dancing flame...I know I burn.. I know I am different from many women my own age...but I know many things and so I seek here some reality checking. Is opening myslelf to the love of this sweet passionate person as risky as hurtling along the highway on my motorycle at great speed and for long distance the same?
Rhetorical and metaphorical question...but fair too.
What....am..I ...going..to..do..?
Ah yes, I am dancing flame.

