Six weeks, two trips, thirteen or fourteen blow jobs later Ariel finally found out my age!

Ariel came over Thursday night, the day after Valentine’s Day to hang and map our ski trip. We did our usual make dinner, Netflix and chilled. Then I performed my thirty to forty minutes of oral on him before he jack hammered me.

The next morning (Friday), I woke early and drove to my chiropractor while Ariel stayed in bed. He had parked me behind my car, so I asked him if it was okay that I took his. He was fine with me taking it because it wasn’t his Benz, I think. Which he’d only driven to my house once. The usual car he drove over was a Honda, clearly the housekeepers car or something. Not sure what he was trying to hide but truth be told, I really could give two shits about cars, I just think it’s funny he tries to appear to be more on my level. Hahaha!

Anyways, I returned back to my place with items to make vegan blueberry pancakes, sprouted because that’s how Ariel should really be eating all of his grains due to his current health situation and some other groceries. I made the pancakes while he chilled in bed sipping tea that I served him. We ate at my dining room table when they were finished and he was so cute – he was constantly refilling my tea, his tea, my water… see it’s the little things like this that I really appreciate. No one has ever done those little things for me. Then after we ate, he cleaned up and hopped back into bed. I think he was excepting or hoping I’d join him and give him a BJ, but I told him he needed to seriously start putting effort into giving me oral or something. And then he reveal again, that he was a weird thing with Vagina’s right now. I was like get over it already. But apparently he couldn’t. I really want to have a serious hygiene talk with the girl he was with before me. Because she’s totally ruined him for every other girl!

Anyways, I worked on some things from my couch while he worked from his phone in my bedroom. Still engaged in conversation with each other from room to room, we joked and laughed about our upcoming trip, I told him I had some old college friends in Park City that we would connect with. And just then, he asked, “so exactly how old are you?”

Okay, I guess it’s time to tell him. I simple cannot laugh it off anymore. However, I did laugh once more which prompted him to walk out of my bed room and sit down next to me on the couch. I looked at him and said, you know that this year is a big year for me which is why I want to go to Cuba for my birthday. He said, “yeah so that means you’re going to be?” I said, it’s a big year so that mean I am going to be…?” I looked at him for the answer. He didn’t answer, he just curiously waited with a HUGE smile on his face. I said, “Ariel, how old do you think I am.” He said, “I don’t know like 33 or 35?” I smiled. Giggled. I said, “no, close. But this year is big one for me and I am going to turn 47.” His jaw dropped, his eyes popped open and he was shocked! Then I said, “just kidding, I’m only going to be forty!”

He exhaled and then looked relieved. Still a little shocked though. Then I said, “is that going to be a problem?” He said, “no.” And then I knew I had to drop it and act like nothing ever happened. Hahaha! I figured if I made it a big deal then he’d make it a big deal, right? Especially since he’s revealed to me that his mom is fifty! Yeah, that’s right – he turned 30, I’m turning 40 and his mom just turned 50! Ha! Big year for all of us, eh? Hahaha

The good thing though is that he didn’t run away. We hung out, worked and planned our adventure. Which I was beyond excited about. I’ve always wanted to take a fun ski trip adventure like this with a guy. And I have but I was younger, and it was as adventurous because I’d already been to the places. Also, I know this is gonna sound super cheesy but I was super excited to fly on a plane with him. For some reason that seems like it makes traveling with a guy a little more official. I haven’t flown on a plane with any man, other than my ex-husband. All of the other guys, I’ve flown to them or only done road trips with them. Plus, my kitty was coming with us! I was super happy and felt like the biggest burden had been lifted from me!

I guess I put more worry into the whole age thing than I should’ve because of the fear of losing whatever it is that we have. I don’t regret not telling him sooner though because age really doesn’t matter, at least I don’t think it does. However, I do think that we wouldn’t have taken the time to truly get to know each other, or I guess he wouldn’t have if he knew I was nine years older than him. Right? Guys, what do you think? If I had revealed my age week one would we be going on this trip? Remember he’s 30!!

A. Thea