I hate reading blog posts about blogging. It's boring for one thing, and really, who gives a shit for another. I can't deny, however, my perspective on a lot of things has changed since I began writing Twenty Four At Heart. I see everything through a different set of eyes now.
Last Sunday Briefcase took me out for my birthday. We had cocktails out on a patio overlooking the ocean at Hotel Laguna as the sun was setting. Then we took a leisurely walk to a nearby restaurant, the Sundried Tomato. It's a comfortable restaurant with great food and great service. We hadn't been there for quite awhile.
When we started our evening at Hotel Laguna we were relaxing with our drinks and chatting. A couple came and sat at a table right next to us. I was instantly alert.
"Look!" I said. "There's a blog post happening right in front of us!"
(I'm romantic that way.)
"Where? What?" he asked.
"Look!" I exclaimed.
Briefcase looked around and then turned to me, puzzled.
I realized then, a year ago I would probably have been oblivious to my surroundings also. Instead, I found myself fascinated by the dynamics between the couple seated next to us.
The man was around 65 years old. He was dressed expensively. He was attractive with his white hair and tan skin but in a nice, gentlemanly, way. His companion was approximately 26. She was attractive, but not in the fake-plastic way a lot of women in Orange County are. She had a nice figure, nice face, but she was not "stunning." The age gap between them was the first thing I noticed.
The next thing I noticed were all the packages she was carrying. It was evident they had been hitting up all the boutiques in Laguna and decided to stop for a drink at the end of their day. Her arms were overflowing with the things he (?) had bought her.
Within minutes of sitting down and ordering their drinks, they were cuddling, kissing, and all over each other. I don't mean to be a skeptic, but that caused me to immediately check for wedding rings. (I KNOW … I'm a terrible person!)
Nonetheless, he wore a wedding band and she did not. Hmmm.
It wasn't long until Briefcase and I needed to leave to be on time for our restaurant reservations. We asked our waiter for the check. The other couple was deep into a make-out session by this point. Ironically, we both left the patio at the same time. Briefcase and I left the patio to walk into town. The other couple left the patio to head into the hotel.
The encounter left me thinking even more about the topic I posted on yesterday. Readers, do any of you have knowledge of long term marriages that are success stories? Marriages without affairs, separations, and misery? I'm beginning to wonder if very many exist. I'd love to hear some great success stories if you have any to share.