Hmmm...let me think about THAT one for a minute...
I was desperately interested in this question, when I first started dating Corb. Now that we've been together for over three years, I really don't think about it much, at all.
My best bud, Pauline was in a relationship with one of my favorite guys, Bob, for almost a decade, and the age difference was even wider. Ultimately, Bob broke up with Pauline, and it's really only been this past year that she's finally gotten over him. She said she never really noticed the fact that he was older, although she sees it, now. But she wonders whether, if they were still together, it would be an issue, even now.
Love's like that.
Sunday was Father's day, and Josie, sport that she is, took the whole clan out for breakfast. She was returning the favor, because I did the same thing on Mother's day. That seems to be the pattern we've fallen into, mainly because we all respond so well to food. It's a nice arrangement: I fill her belly, she fills mine...
Except I made a small scene in the restaurant. The place was packed, and our waitress filled my coffee cup up once, and then left us hanging for about forty minutes. When she came over, she moved to Josie, and went to fill her cup.
"I'd like some, too--" I began, but was cut off.
"Wait!" cried Josie, stopping the waitress. "There's paper in it..." Ashes grinned, feeling guilty.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll be right back," said the waitress, and went to get a clean cup.
She return, place the cup in front of Josie, and filled her up. But when I went to hold out my cup, she turned away, and started heading back into the kitchen.
"No, wait!" I called out, a little too loudly. "Must have coffee! Please, come back, pretty waitress! Must have coffee!"
Then I looked around, and realized that everyone in the restaurant was staring at me.
Hmmm...maybe I am just a bit addicted to caffeine...
And it is true. This morning, I made it a point to get to work an hour earlier than usual. Even though I had a cup of tea at 6:30, I wasn't fully awake until I had that first cup t my desk.
My buddy Elaine saw me in the elevator, pre-cup. "How are you doing this morning, Ted?" she asked, sunshine bright.
"In to work early, aren't we?"
"Haven't woken up yet, eh?" Not hardly.
And how did I spend the rest of the day, Sunday? Very constructive day, actually: filled with video games, episodes of The Simpsons, and hours spent laying on the couch. Hey, I'm entitled, right? ;)