I feel like I'm in high school. I kissed a girl in the park. More accurately, she kissed me. It felt like we did something wrong... like the first time you cupped a feel. I'm 37 and she's 27. She could be too young for me, but that's not the cause for my concern.
I make her laugh. She finds me attractive. She thinks I'm young. She makes me feel young. We made out until a police car pulled up to us and asked us to leave the park. I'm too old to play the part in the story of young lovers hiding in the shadows. But these feelings are not what troubles me.
I think she's beautiful. She has a great laugh. I love her eyes, her smile and the way she makes me feel. I love how nervous I get when I'm around her. I want to let her know how she makes me feel. But it's not without difficulties.
What is wrong? Why do I feel like I've broken a rule? I've climbed over the wall I've erected for myself. I've tunneled out of my own prison. I desire her, and yet, I try to tell myself that my desires are lecherous.
I know you would approve. I know you would be excited. I know you would say things like "Finally, I had always wish this for her, for you." She is your daughter and you would protect her, even if to protect her from the likes of me.
