In the past few years, I've flown past quite a few milestones, ages by which such-and-such and so-and-so would supposedly happen. I can handle the thinning eyebrows, the slower metabolism, the death of my fertility. But did I hit my sexual peak at 35 and start an inevitable decline? Umm, no. Definitely not, is all I'll say here. And the old trope that it's impossible to make "true" friends after 40? To that I say "bullsh*t."
I would need another hand or three in order to count out the truly deep and meaningful friend connections I've made in the past five years. And that's not because I think I have some kind of black belt in awesome-friendness. But it's because, for me, friendships changed from being situational to bei...
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