About My Age
I'm in a coffee shop, drinking tea, and reading a book.
I look up as someone walks past my table.
It's a woman, about my age, and quite attractive.
She's holding hot coffee, looking for a place to sit.
I offer her just such a place at my table and she accepts.
I say a few niceties, she says some as well.
We talk about our lives and our hopes.
I take her to dinner, she takes me to bed.
We've been dating three months now.
I want to ask her to move in with me,
but first I want her to meet my grandchildren.