My guy is now 68. I am almost 52.
No ATM required.
just imagination and playfulness.
We have had some in depth conversations. I’ve asked about ages of partners. Aside from a weekend fling post divorce (or in the four year separation) he’s never gone more than a couple years either side of his age.
Until me. I'm “just a baby,” I get told about once a year.
I do tease him a tiny bit. He will tell a story onstage, mention his age at the time, or a year, and I’ll hold up my age on my fingers. Sometimes with one hand. I held a fist up once and the percussionist asked what that meant (he knew the joke).
“The story was set in ‘67. I was born in ‘68.”