Time, Presence and Fire

I can’t pinpoint when I first began to prefer the company of older men. It happened sometime after we opened our marriage—when desire became more discerning, less urgent. My husband, close in age, had once been the entire landscape of my affection. But as my gaze widened, it wasn’t youth that caught my attention. It was presence. I found myself drawn instead to men who carried the weight of years with a particular kind of ease.