Sunday, December 01, 2019

MID-LIFE DREAMS - BIRTHDAY BOY


What every man's wish in a birthday present, though at what are the costs? At Forty, David is having a middle-age crisis and easily influenced by his friends to go out to a strip joint to celebrate his birthday, instead of being home with his wife and kids. What he finds out is more than he expected.

Normally his birthday didn't matter to him, but today David was turning forty. He laid in his bed beside his sleeping wife looking up at the ceiling feeling older. He could feel the ache in his lower back from his restless sleep and how each day this week he had lacked the motivation to get out of bed. He even didn't have morning wood these days.

Forty-year-old David thought in disappointment. He had been lulling on this for the past few weeks as this day crept up. As he felt a sudden disregard for all the years that have faded away and how he wasted them by either being too busy or too tired to live them to the fullest. His younger self would have kicked his own ass if had seen him today.

Now at Forty David married with children or more like teenagers. He knew he loved his wife, Amber, and kids, as they were his life. Hence, why he stayed at the same company for twelve years, for financial stability and why he drove his kids all over the province to dance recitals and do office work in the car during their practices because he loved his girls. Amber was a great wife she was a beautiful woman who gave birth and raised their two children and still managed to work at home missed. Though their sex life was nothing to be bragging about. They barely had sex and when they did it was predictable, the same monotonous routine of sexual experiences that she was comfortable with. David had given up on bringing up new kinky experiences, some he dare not utter.

David rolled out of bed with a moan as he felt his joints creaked. He shuddered as he threw on a housecoat and he realized that only old people wore a housecoat. With a sigh he grabs his phone off the nightstand and moved cautiously through the dark hallway of his house, making his way to the bathroom to get ready for work.

Flicking on the light the fluorescent glow blinded him momentarily as his eyes adjusted to the flood of light. He sat on the toilet catching up with notifications and local news, allowing himself to ease into the day. After he finished he approached the sink turning on the tap waiting for the water to be at the right temperature. He washed his hands then splashed water on his face. The warm water felt good against his eyes reviving himself. He looked up looking at himself in the mirror, seeing his cold blue eyes shadowed in weariness with faint lines creasing across his face defining his age-40. He always was a charmer with the ladies using his chiselled features as a flirtatious device, but he pushed against the skin noticing the lack of elasticity and thought his looks were fading.

David is not getting old you are officially old, fuck.

David got ready for this day and prepped his face with shaving cream while he filled the sink. Then dabbing his razor in the water, he traced his razor along his grizzled face rinsing it periodically, after he wiped the remaining shaving off and doused his face with aftershave. He looked at the bathroom cabinet and contemplated adding some of his wife's moisturizer to his face.

Okay, now that's going too far.

He finished getting ready dressing I one of his business suits with matching tie and heading downstairs to the kitchen. The coffee was brewed and it's aroma welcomed to grab a cup, sipping on the black liquid gold when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out to see that he got a text. It was from his best friend and co-worker Joe wishing him happy birthday day:

Joe
Hey, man happy bday how does it feel to be apart of the club now old fart? Lol


David
Look who is calling who an old fart! Lol

David
Thanks, I'll see u at work

David silenced his phone and it away before he could see if Joe responds. He grabbed his keys and wallet walking out the door with his briefcase, wanting to prepare himself with the bombardment of jokes and cards at the office that would be constantly reminding him that he was officially middle-aged today.

He started the Beemer in the garage and got in the driver's seat. He could feel the seat warmer already working on his back, which he used to release the tension in his muscles. The radio station he always listens to was his favourite Alternative Rock station that his kids made fun of, but he like listening to music he used to listen to when he was in high school. It so happens to be Nirvana's "Teen Spirit" playing a popular song back in the day and he found himself head bopping to the beat as he waited for the garage door to creep open.

He rolled out the Beemer into the quite sub-burden street that was still lit with surrounding street lights. As he drove away, he began to sing along to the song, trying to distract himself from the ridicule that was about to come.

To be continued
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