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My therapist agreed and so I took a leave of absence from my job, left the damp dreary Midwest and headed to Florida. I'd been to Indian Rocks Beach two years before with a couple of my girl friends. Drunk Crazy Fuck Something about the magnificent sunsets over the Gulf of Mexico pulled me back now that I really needed the serenity and I called the realtor who had rented us the condo. Virginia was wonderful and found a small apartment that fit my needs perfectly. Most of the other tenants in the building were middle-aged, like me or older. The odd ducks were the three young men who shared a unit nearby.
I noticed them one night as I was sitting on my balcony drinking a beer. Drunk Crazy Fuck They were cooking on a small grill and obviously having a good time. One of them shouted over an invitation to me. I had to admit that the food smelled very good but I suspected that I was at least 20 years older than they were and didn't want to become their den mother so I waved them off and continued to watch the sun sink below the horizon.
After nearly 20 years of working full time, two of which were also spent in pursuit of my MBA, forced inactivity didn't come easily to me. Drunk Crazy Fuck The first few weeks I spent reading. So many novels I'd wanted to read over the years and now I had the time. I'd always been a fast reader and devoured every word. But after a while, I found I didn't even want to look at a child's picture book. Playing gin rummy with the seniors in my building every day wasn't that appealing but I did it just to avoid becoming a hermit.
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