I can remember (not too long ago, thank you very much) that magical power-combo recipe that makes upa lovely, young woman in her early twenties:
It's like old dude kryptonite.
Starting from the time I was 22 until my last relationship ended, I dated men who were 10 years older than myself. It never seemed like that big a deal and in fact seemed like a no-brainer since the guys my age (I thought, with good reason) were infants. Little did I know that they are all kind of infants...even the ones who are 10 years older. Just more experienced and therefore manipulative infants. Wow. I don't mean to make this sound bitter because I'm not. I love men. It's all just matter-of-fact information, right? Everyone knows, even men, that they don't ever really grow up in some ways. Although I have seen some close guy friends in the past couple of years really step up to the grown up plate as soon as their baby momma pops one out. That's the real test, I suppose, to truly become a man. And then some, unfortunately, still do not.
For the first time in my life I decided that it's important to date someone around my age. It makes sense. We speak the same language. We both slow-danced to Alphaville's Forever Young at a school dance (that was actually my successful suggestion as our prom theme - yep. I thought I was a genius at the time), we were weened on the Muppet Show (I swear this shaped a majority of my humor) Fantasy Island and The Incredible Hulk (Wonder Woman really was my secret favorite....) and can remember when Pee Wee Herman was seriously the most hilarious character ever created. Paul Reubens really has had a rough time of things these past few years.....ok, it seems I've digressed....
The point is, I can't date people 10 years older than me now because now that I'm older they REALLY seem so old. And they ARE. A guy in his early thirties is much different than a guy in his early forties. I know I should be like "Oh, age doesn't matter. It's just a number. Can't we all just view one another like HUMAN BEINGS and not be so ageist?" But I can't help it. All the guys that have contacted me online or that I've decided to meet who are in their forties seem old and yet so immature. 'Why aren't they dating people their own age?', I'm thinking for the first time. I know what I'm going to get with someone closer to my age now. Yes, they'll still be immature but there's hope for those fellas. Those older guys, maybe not so much. Call me a pragmatic optimist.
I'm now changing my age range from 27-42 to 30-39. It's a tighter net. But I feel good about the prospects.
Oh, and as for the magical power-combo formula that makes up a woman in her thirties? Much superior to the one in her twenties. Sorry, young things - but you have something to look forward to! I'd never go back.
4 comments:
I agree with you. Mostly. And yet I don't.
But I give you this, from my new novel-in-progress: "I knew what it was: boys never grow up to be men, and girls have been women all along."
This is the most stupid thing I read for a looong time...
I like this, because it's intuitive. My fiancee is 43 and I am 20 and he makes me so happy, but we do come across some of those issues like what we grew up with and what kinds of media or social issues shaped us as persons. Good luck with your search and I hope some day you are as happy with your relationship, no matter what the ages may be, as I am with mine.
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