Now, let’s get back to things…
Not too long ago, I arrived late to a party to find a friend of mine trapped in an unwanted conversation. He was standing in a corner, looking cornered, talking with a guy who looked a little like one of my uncles.
I walked over, introduced myself to the stranger and then helped my friend escape.
The first thing my friend said to me as we walked away was, “Guess how old that guy is?”
I didn’t reply.
“Three years younger than me.” Which made the guy who looked like my uncle a year younger than me.
My friend went on to talk about how strange it was to talk to that guy. How, by his late 30s, he’d completely turned into an old man. Not just the way he looked, but his attitudes…
It’s certainly not an isolated incident. I’ve certainly gone out with men who seemed cool online and then seemed awfully middle-aged when we met.
Middle-aged. It’s such a vague term. My entire childhood I thought of my parents as middle-aged. Yet I was 10 when my mom was my age. So what does that make me?
OK, I’m babbling. I know. It’s my first day back. Give me a break.
Here’s what’s got me thinking of this. I’ve gone out a few times with a guy who is 8 years my junior. That’s still messing with my head. Especially as he continues to be supersweet, texting me daily (even when I’m not so prompt with the replies). And I keep on getting new messages from Match.com men who are (occasionally much) younger than me. And, of course, messages from older men (some of whom look awesome for their age and I do have a thing for hot older guys so…).
This age thing. Maybe it is just a number?
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