He regularly referred to sex as “getting busy,” or “knocking boots,” which is a lot more of a turn-off when such phrases are used on the first date, believe me.The idiosyncrasy that would finally drive me crazy was his habit of shouting “boo-yeah!He teaches me something new every day and I really respect him. I do have baggage, but I still want those things and I shouldn’t feel bad about that, nor should I settle and not get the things I want. I graduated college the year he graduated high school. It feels kind of dumb to be writing a post about this as if it’s some kind of revolutionary discovery.He has this wild amount of energy, which I capitalize on, and which makes me less of an old-ass hermit cat lady. Women have been dating younger men since the dawn of time, I’m sure. I noticed that I stopped referring to him by his nickname and pointing out our age difference, and with those walls down, I was able to admit that this had become an honest-to-goodness relationship.
Probably seems obvious to you that age isn’t everything to do with intelligence, but it was something I hadn’t considered. ) He doesn’t seem to have baggage that scares him away from wanting future-things, like to get married and have a family.
Finding those restrictions a bit picky, a friend and I devised a new strategy: We’d spend 2010 focusing on dating older guys.
It made sense: they have good jobs, they’re settled and own homes, and they’ve finally gotten to the point in their lives where they know how to treat a woman.
We called it the “Grown Men in 2010” challenge, and endeavored to meet as many men at least ten years older than us, but not old enough to be our fathers, as we could.
After about a year of this nonsense, I learned that dating the grown and sexy is just not for me, for six good reasons: 1. I dated Steve, 41, and he was a fun guy, but half of what came out of his mouth seemed like it was from a outtake.