I almost always date men my age. Sometimes I date guys a few years older than me and maybe I’ll go a few months younger. Occasionally I'll have a wandering eye for a Silver Fox, but I usually stick to guys my own age for fear of old balls.
I met a young lad a while back through a friend, who was super flirty, super cute, super charming, and super HOT. But young… like 7 years younger than me. Remember that movie with Cate Blanchett and Judi Dench…where Cate bones the little boy? Well, I am Cate Blanchett in this equation which is making me feel as old as Judi Dench in comparison to him.
Well, he’s been persistent about taking me out for a drink for a while, and when I ended my last relationship, I finally took him up on it… cause I look 25, right!? He picked me up and chose a bar (that’s a lot more than I can say for most men my own age). Wait, now that I think about it, the bar was a little far away, out in the Valley. Was he afraid someone would see him out with an old lady? Possibly. We got to the bar and the bouncer at the door carded him… so he looks at his ID, which probably says, what, 1995? And then he looks at mine… squints, looks at me, looks at him, blows on it and shines it off, looks again, dramatically squints… OKAY DUDE I GET IT… I’M OLDER THEN MY DATE. He then says, way too loud so the whole bar can hear him, “Wait, I don’t have my glasses, DOES THIS SAY ‘93 or ‘83?!?!?!?!?!?!” I say quietly, ‘83. He then high fives the hot little boy i’m with and we went on our way. You can call me Cate, because I’m into it.