In reality, strangers hardly know there is much of an age difference between us, and they're almost certainly unaware that the difference is about 12.5 years — an age gap that is taboo in our culture.
Before I realized the depth of others' judgments about our “taboo” relationship, I first had to get over my own insecurities about being with someone over a decade younger.
If not, that’s totally ok.”That aside, I was holding a torch all those years for my ex. We had a connection and bond so deep that I thought that was my last and only chance at a partnership.
During these last six years, I tried to date and I did, albeit unsuccessfully.
The more time passed, the more I liked this person. Charts, studies, and stats aside—it’s all about how you approach life—your attitudes, your emotional fortitude, and your maturity. This man—at almost 14 years younger—is light years more respectful, mature, and supportive than my ex, who was my age. I am smitten and I don’t care at all about the age difference anymore.
In fact, I got over that pretty quickly and now it’s just two people who connect and have off the charts, incredible, mind blowing sex.
The thing is, I’ve never really had a “type” and rarely have rules for the kind of guys I go out with.
Well, more like 13.5 but still I didn’t know this just yet. Not that I should be so concerned about what it like, but truthfully, it is important to me. I just don’t want to look like a “cougar” (ugh, I hate nomenclature sometimes).
Yes, you read that right: he is over a decade younger than I am. Anyway, David came into the boutique one day in October.
Sure, I’m no longer in my 30s, but I don’t look my 40-something age. He told me that he and his girlfriend had split in June and said that we should grab a drink sometime.
We exchanged email addresses and stayed in touch occasionally, but he never formally asked me out.I’ve loved all kinds of men, so I figured why cut anyone out?