I’ve followed this thread from inception. I agree with many and respectfully disagree with others. My old man taught me that there is always some poor soul who’s worse off than I am. Grateful for the kindness I have been shown, I reciprocate and pass it on. Always.
I wear a COACH black leather dress belt she gave me, practically everyday. On weekends, I’ll chill in the grey RL Polo track suit she gifted me. When I reach for my wallet, tucked inside I find the c-note she origamied into a heart for me to keep. At Mid Autumn, I brought fresh wuren Mooncakes and Lancome moisturizer crème. Last Monday, on her only day off, we went to Saks Off5th, MKors, and COACH Outlets at the Great Mall in Milpitas; we windowshopped, she tried on some clothes for me, and she chose only one item: a stylish warmup jacket, my treat. We had sushi for lunch and she picked up the chit. Two days later we met at her work, early. Always first guest, always an hour minimum and often two, we enjoyed lemon ginger tea after a another fun, vigorous and rewarding session.
I say rewarding because it is; I’ve been her benefactor since she arrived in 2017, and she has helped me through prostate cancer and hip replacement surgery; while I have helped her through the death of a female mentor, her sister’s breast cancer, and being 6500 miles from her two teenaged daughters.
I’m pushing 70 and she’s 44. We weren’t meant for each other, but damn if we aren’t each grateful for the other.
I wear a COACH black leather dress belt she gave me, practically everyday. On weekends, I’ll chill in the grey RL Polo track suit she gifted me. When I reach for my wallet, tucked inside I find the c-note she origamied into a heart for me to keep. At Mid Autumn, I brought fresh wuren Mooncakes and Lancome moisturizer crème. Last Monday, on her only day off, we went to Saks Off5th, MKors, and COACH Outlets at the Great Mall in Milpitas; we windowshopped, she tried on some clothes for me, and she chose only one item: a stylish warmup jacket, my treat. We had sushi for lunch and she picked up the chit. Two days later we met at her work, early. Always first guest, always an hour minimum and often two, we enjoyed lemon ginger tea after a another fun, vigorous and rewarding session.
I say rewarding because it is; I’ve been her benefactor since she arrived in 2017, and she has helped me through prostate cancer and hip replacement surgery; while I have helped her through the death of a female mentor, her sister’s breast cancer, and being 6500 miles from her two teenaged daughters.
I’m pushing 70 and she’s 44. We weren’t meant for each other, but damn if we aren’t each grateful for the other.