For starters, I’m 29 and she’s 44. We’re both professional theatre actors and met in a play we were in together about a year ago. We’ll call her Erin.
We got to be pretty close. It was a small cast, and our characters kind of hated one another, so it was fun to fake bicker with her backstage, considering she’s one of the most genuinely sweet women I’ve ever met. She’s about 5’9”, long brown hair. Wouldn’t guess she was 44 in a million years. I’d say somewhere around 35. You could definitely tell she was a bit older than I am, but it wasn’t drastic. She’d aged well. She kept herself in shape, and I admit I caught myself checking her out on more than once occasion, but we had such a professional relationship, and she’s 6 years younger than my own mother, so I never thought much of it.
Fast forward to last weekend, about a year since we’d done that play together. One of our mutual friends who was in the play with us was doing a play at another theatre in town. She sent a group text to everyone in the old cast asking if we wanted to go see it. I was the only one who didn’t have concrete plans, and I figured it’d be fun to see her again. So I agreed to go.