Journal of a Nobody

I've died and come back

many times, too many times

to worry too much

Slept in a bit today--only 30 minutes, but even that is unusual for me. I groggily dragged myself out to the kitchen and got coffee going (my "artisanal" coffee that involves grinding the beans, and teabags, and lot of soaking and stirring), the sliced the avocado, boiled egg, and sourdough bread for breakfast. While eating, I suddenly heard the raucous cries of crows, not far from my tiny balcony. Not everyone likes them, but I do. They were common enough in Japan where I lived for a very long time, but pretty rare here--in a teeming city in southeast Asia.

So, coffee done, I contentedly ate my breakfast and enjoyed my coffee, listening to the serenade outside, mind wandering to this and that.

I recalled yesterday and a chat with a new follower. She said that I looked exactly like a professor she once had who'd inspired a crush. We chatted lightly about that for a day or two, then yesterday she rather bluntly asked my age, saying she hoped it wasn't rude. When I hesitated, she told me that there was no judgment in her blog (Judgment? Not sure I was worried about that, already having had age keep me pretty much on the margins here) and she added that she has always liked much older men (she seemed to be in her 40's) and I replied that one's taste in men had nothing to do with conversation between bloggers here--naive old me. So I sent her the number she was asking for and I told her my age.

And that, as they say, was that. Radio silence. Gone. I gave it a shrug and, over my avocadoes and toast this morning and without any snappy exit likes, blocked. And a shrug? Pretty much, but one never gets used to being dismissed simply over age. All that with, charm, and mild flirtation immediately withdrawn. Ewwww, right?