I wasn’t sure how it would go, yet there he was, charming the pants off them all by himself, busting out his A-material small talk with some friends in a corner. Instead I shoved a cracker in my mouth and mulled over her question as I pretended it was hard to chew. Yes, my new man was older than me, much older than me.
After politely playing 20 questions with Sue about my new boyfriend, I knew this was the one she was getting at.
And while cliché dictates that, sure, men are into it, there’s been some recent research done about younger females often gravitate toward mature men.
Evolutionary psychologists say that relationships like this often occur because while fertility lasts only from puberty to menopause in women, it starts at puberty and can extend long into midlife for lots of men.
Bereft by the recent loss of her mother, for whom she cared her entire life, Doris passionately attempts to figure out how she could possibly win John.
At one point, hipsters at a concert assume that John is sleeping with her.
But I wasn’t some gold digger trying to claw at his cash account, or even a woman with daddy issues.
I just thought he was the hottest, funniest man I’d ever met.
But the guy I’m dating is focused on taking his career to the next level.
He’s busy studying for a major exam that will allow him to work for whomever he wants and to make the kind of moves and money I probably won’t ever see (hey, columnists weren’t meant to be millionaires).
My new tall, dark and handsome boyfriend was standing across the room looking so fine in his shirt; I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Meanwhile, I was at the snack table and before I could curse myself for leaving him to go in for another cheesy cracker, I was accosted by a buddy’s wife I barely knew, a bitch named Sue. I wanted to say something like, “He’s not as old as those frown lines make you look,” or “He has the biggest d**k I’ve ever seen!