It was not just a matter of would it be the same, but could it be the same? Indian sex I hate to use the phrase ‘mid-life crisis’, but a more accurate descriptor eludes me at the moment. It seemed we had so much in common. We met at a local outdoor cafe that had good food and a decent selection of beers on tap. I had to think this through very carefully. She too had two kids around the same age as mine. I respected her feelings as a human being. She too had been married nearly twenty years. We spent time together with our kids on the weekend and with each other whenever possible. “Yes, I still eat.” She answered with a smile. Lynn. I could recognize that rear view with her short blonde hair and perfect butt a mile away. Every time I stepped in there I expected to see Lynn working out on the treadmill but it never happened. I wondered if she really did not find our relationship to be anything special. I got ready and left the house early. The other girls and I just didn’t seem to have as much in common. I still wonder sometimes though, could she really be happy without me? I asked her if she was seeing anyone and she replied a bit
