It’s funny that I keep forgetting I’m in a relationship with a younger woman.
Most of my life has been spent in relationships with women a few years my senior, but LadySavina was in elementary school when I was in college. I keep thinking she’ll pick up on Beatles references (after all, she’s from England) but, no, she’s from the wrong generation. Her equivalent of my Beatles was U2.
So when I talk about the ‘Paul is dead’ hoax, and ‘who was the Walrus,’ I get blank stares.
Contrary to what you might think, this is actually a good thing. Instead of making it hard to relate, it’s enchanting to explore each other’s fresh points of view. We talk endlessly. Joyfully. I find her fascinating.
I also take comfort in the fact that her favorite band was influenced by my favorite band.
Meanwhile, my own kids have discovered the Beatles after seeing the movie “Across The Universe.” I keep hearing things like, “Oh, it’s that old group dad kept forcing us to listen to. They’re not bad!”
I suppose in twelve years, LadySavina’s youngest is going to discover U2.