Saturday, May 31, 2014

What's My Age Again?

The Virgin and I were discussing the other day "age difference" when it comes to dating. I have dated younger women as well as older women and there is definitely a difference. I have dated women that were 25 years younger than me (that was once, a blind date, and a flaming disaster- my underwear had more life experience than she did) and one woman I dated was 20 years younger than me and that lasted about six weeks. She was semi-mature, it was fun while it lasted, but after the thrill of the sex was gone, I figured out we had nothing in common. She ended up marrying a guy 18 years older than she was. One of my female friends is dating someone who is 30 years younger than she is. She is 53. She told me he took her to see a theatrical production and I asked her if it was at Chuckie Cheese's. I couldn't help myself. Who doesn't love a good game of skeeball? What a younger person, male or female, sees in a person with that much of an age difference is beyond me. When it comes to the younger women, is it "Daddy issues"? Do they want a "sugar daddy"? Do they want "experience"? What do you think Virgin?

Chuckie Cheese's???? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, Cas, that's a good one!

When I was younger (just like, yesterday!) I was guilty of dating older men. The average age difference was about 10 years, because most of the boys I knew were just....idiots. A serious conversation usually consisted of how much Jagermeister they could drink until they passed out. Or the best sexual experience they'd had. Oh, it was completely mesmerizing... so intriguing that I had to excuse myself to the ladies room and climbed out of the window. The first time I dated an older guy, there was a 5 year age difference. Unfortunately, he thought we were the same age: 22. I was actually 17. Such a shame...he was so cute. Once I was no longer a threat to a guy's trip to jail and a "girlfriend" named Bubba, I still had very little interest in boys my age. I was a model, had a decent education, and had heard every baby-boy line in existence. I guess being bored is an attractive look. The first man I went out with held my attention for hours. His kiss goodnight didn't involve drool dripping off my chin. And he didn't try to get in my pants on the first date. After that, I was hooked on older men. In my 30's, I made 2 exceptions--one kid was a surfer only a couple of years younger than I was, but...um...no. The other guy was one of the sweetest men I'd ever met. He was adorable, treated me like the goddess I didn't realize I was AND had a fantastic job. He was 10 years younger. I couldn't get the age difference out of my mind and I ended up breaking it off. One of the biggest mistakes I've ever made. There is a point, a very fine line--oh hell, its a line as thick as lips injected with too much silicone--when a woman enters the Cougar Years. Some women can get away with it. Then there are those ladies who have obviously put on their makeup without bifocals. And the Jagermeister guyd were still lurking, waiting to pounce on these ladies with the famous "I love older women...they have so much...experience." Seriously, if a guy needs grandma to share her experience with him, ther's only one thing to say about him: Jackass.

Men, however, behave in a completely different way. If approached by a younger woman (we'll just assume a lot younger), of course the guy will be flattered. If she sticks around for a week or two, he might even begin to revert back to his grunting and pounding of chest instincts. Just before he scratches his ass like the other neanderthals he's hanging around with, he glances over to see his little sweetiemaking out with the guitarist from the live band. Yeah, I have to agree with Cas...what the hell do women or men talk about when the age difference is almost a generation? If the relationship lasts, will you find yourself screaming, "Turn off that crap!" only to have her answer in that dare-me teen voice, "Its not crap, Daddy-o. Its music." That's when its time for Chuckie Cheese's.

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