Seriously, of all the women who read my blog and offer comments, am I the oldest one of us all? Really?
I hope not, but not for the stupid “oh no, I’m old” reason women usually have. I relish the community I find here, and all of your comments are always important to me, even if I don’t respond to all of them. I’m very grateful for the comments I get from all women, but I especially cherish the input of women who are older than I am because a huge part of my lonely feeling of relationship failure is feeling this way at the critical page-turn of my 40th birthday (in six months). I know that lots of women have had my experiences and it shouldn’t make much of a difference if they had those experiences at age 25 or 36 or 38. But to me it does.
There are no women readers of this blog who are over the age of 39? Really? Or maybe you just haven’t made your presence obvious to me lately?