Kissing Strangers Til I Find Someone to Love
Brooke Wilder

I have never used Tinder, and at this point too old to use it, plus the wife would kill me if she found out (but at this point her anger would be a great alternative to the nothingness). Over the years I have had many ladies (and a few that weren’t) kiss this old frog and hope I was their prince. To 4 I was either the prince (or mostly the court jester), at least for a time. We are all human and what is our ideal at 20 is not necessarily the same at 30,40…

In the old days, people stayed married, nowadays we are always looking for what spark, and if it means moving on, well we do. That next kiss might be not just a prince but the king (or queen).

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