Let’s face it, ladies, it’s no picnic out there. We’ve all dated our share of buffoons….and the prospect of dating more is enough to make you hole up in your living room with a stack of videos, a pizza and a bottle of Tequila.
In the past, I had been dating men up to 10 years older than myself with catastrophic results. A lot of older men seem to have emotional problems stemming from a previous relationship that ended badly — in other words, they’ve been “wrecked” already. As a woman, you don’t see this right away because they hide it with a false sense of confidence. But, I assure you that sooner or later it will rear its ugly head — either by virtue of a drunken confession or erectile dysfunction. Hopefully you will not be emotionally invested by this time and want to “help” this person……RUN, don’t walk, to the nearest exit. Consider yourself lucky that you have dodged this bullet.
it’s nice to have someone around that reminds you of that reckless abandon that you once had in your twenties
When a friend suggested to me that I meet a friend of hers, I balked. He was 10 years my junior and I couldn’t see what we could possibly have in common. She said that he had NO BAGGAGE. Well, needless to say, that piqued my curiosity. Baggage was a big issue with me. I had dealt with mine and was not in the mood to deal with anyone else’s.
Over the course of the last few months, my attitude has changed drastically. The amount of things that we had in common surprisingly indicated how young at heart I really was. Instead of feeling old by comparison, I felt young by compatibility. And the SEX!!! Oh my god!! I’ve never gone through an entire economy pack of Trojans inside of a week in my life! I felt no guilt skipping the treadmill on more than one occasion.
Younger men seem more eager to please……they put you on a pedestal and you are revered. As you approach what is alleged as your female sexual peak in your mid to late thirties, you need someone that can keep up with you……both mentally and physically. But also, it’s nice to have someone around that reminds you of that reckless abandon that you once had in your twenties, a “joie de vivre” as they say.
So, my fellow Bad Ass Chicks, the next time you’re at that nightclub or sports event and you catch that seemingly adolescent-looking man staring at you from across the room — don’t write him off just yet. It takes an emotionally secure and confident male to appreciate, let alone approach, mature and lovely women such as ourselves. Give him a few minutes of your time. You might be pleasantly surprised at what you find.
Many old souls come in young packages