So in a few months, I will turn the grand old age of 36. I know, I can't believe it either. I mean look at me. I could easily pass for a decade younger. It absolutely thrills me to death when I go out someplace and order and drink and get carded. And even more so when I get the 'Are you really that old?' question. But there are a few drawbacks to being so youthful looking. One in particular that happens all the friggin time! I am constantly getting hit on by younger guys. Now I know, this may seem like a good problem to have. And sometimes it can be. But when there is a difference between someone a few years younger and someone over a decade younger. And no matter what they say, a 23 year old is only so mature. I know how I was at that age. I thought I knew what I wanted, and all the jazz. Sure, at 23 I would have told you I wanted to date an older man. Older, but not more than 30 or so. Hell, back then I thought 36 was one step away from a retirement home. And try as I may (actually, I never have tried), I just don't fit in with the whole Abercrombie crowd. Flip-flops were made for the beach, not the bar. I haven't worn a polo shirt since my private school days. And I have never had a 'man-bag'. As flattered as I am to have young guys hit on me and what not, I think I'll stick to the 30+ crowd. At least that way, hopefully they will have outgrown some of those youthful indiscretions we are all guilty of.
Now if you will excuse me, there is a 60 year old somewhere looking for love in all the wrong places that I need to go flirt with...
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