Happy Birthday
A story about a lonely man
The big day is five days away. It seems like each morning when I get out of bed for the past year, something new hurts. No matter how hard I try to stay in shape by working out every day, my body does not cooperate. Minor injuries seem to take forever to heal. Losing my hair after I turned fifty wasn’t such a big deal because I just shaved my head and bald seems to be in style.
I’m really trying to get used to this getting older thing, but some of it just drives me nuts. Like spending thousands of dollars on dental work this year. My skin has dried out and seems to be shriveling. I now have to get up at night to pee. I am becoming forgetful.
I never regretted leaving my wife when I was 54 for Linda even after Linda dumped me two years after she had the baby. I was too old to start playing Daddy again anyway. I just wanted to have a good time.
I dated so many women since Linda I can’t even remember them all. I have been careful about not getting too involved with any of them. I never let anyone spend the night at my place. That would mean they would want to cuddle after we have sex. But, I have been able to keep several women around for casual. The trick is keeping them all separate.
Each of the women I’ve kept around offered to help me celebrate my birthday. Instead of a big to-do with any one of them, I set up a visit from Louise on Thursday, Suzanne on Friday, Marie on Saturday, Claire on Sunday and Kim on Monday. They are nice enough to come visit during the day before I have to go to work. We do what needs to be done and they leave. I really like it this way.
After Claire left on Sunday, I got a text from Jennifer asking if she could take me out to dinner on my birthday. I had to go to work after Kim left so I told her no.
I woke up on Tuesday with an aching back. I was 60 years old, but confident I still had it. I rolled over and almost crushed the cat.
