He obliged, and as we clinked glasses, I guessed he was in his early 30s.
Mike reached across the table to examine mine."You were born in 1966? That's so weird."The word rattled around in my head, even after he changed the subject to his upcoming marathon training. The banter that had come so easily seemed stilted in the bar. A week later, he invited me to join him and his friends for a hike, followed by a party.To me, it was much easier to make everything strictly between friends.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.