Three years ago, Mike and I met at a coworker's engagement party.
It wasn't until the next day that my friend revealed he was only 25.
Things changed one night over beers at a favorite local bar when I finally said what I was afraid of: I was worried I'd screwed up my life, and that it was too late to change it.I made sure to regularly ask about whom he was dating, because I didn't want him to think I was interested.He would ask me to one-on-one dinners and drinks, and I'd suggest casual after-work beers instead. He obliged, and as we clinked glasses, I guessed he was in his early 30s. Meanwhile, I wanted to slide under the table and disappear. At the party, I flirted with the handsome man making a rum and coke in the kitchen, asking if he could whip one up for me, too.In general, he's good at making things workin a way that always surprises me.