Today

Was not such a good day at the museum. My stories felt uninspired and the only person who responded basically ended up asking me out. Yesterday was better. I complimented a couple, in their sixties, on the way they were standing (relaxed intimacy, connected yet not restricting) and they looked at each other and smiled. They went on to tell me they were actually not together. Not right now at least. They used to date when they were thirty. For some reason they broke up, they didn't specify why, moved away from each other, and got married to other people. When they broke up however, they agreed they would get in touch again when they were both fifty. On her fiftieth birthday he called her and they met each other in London. After that initial meeting they would meet one weekend a year, without their spouses knowing. They seemed to genuinely enjoy every minute with each other. Which makes sense after you realize they only have 172800 minutes a year.