SEX and dating, oops. I mean LOVE and dating!
Captain Leslie J. Saul: Captains Blog, stardate 9522.6: I’ve never trusted Youngins, and I never will. I could never forgive them for MTV. It seems to me his mission to escort me to dinner is more a prelude to a peace summit. This is problematic at best. He says this could be a historic occasion, and I’d like to believe him, but how on earth can history get past people like me?
8 PM Monday night…shoving a 6 pack of White Castle burgers into my face for nourishment, my thoughts vacillate from last nights date, the devil on my left shoulder and an angel on my right. I am utterly pleased my Parents are not on Facebook to read the article I am about to post. Unless of course it goes viral or some dumbass emails it to one of them or worse, a relative reads it and decides it will make lovely conversation on the next routine Sunday call, in which case I’m screwed. Certainly not a discussion I would enjoy having with my parents. However, in staying true to transparency and myself, I write. I write because I am 100% positive that I am not the first person to have dated someone younger and certainly not the last.
In my effort to be more open-minded and less resistant, I agreed to go out with him. Mind you, I did expend an enormous amount of energy trying to convince him, or was it myself, that it would never work. I struggled to accept the date because of the age difference. A 30-year-old (ehem) man, ridiculously handsome, funny and intelligent. I know, Poor me…
At 7:15 he calls me to let me know he has arrived. I fumble for my keys, lock the door and head down the stairs like I am walking the last mile. Thinking to myself, I need to chill out, its just dinner! I get to the car…he opens the door for me and scoots into the driver seat and we drive to the restaurant. We stop at a light and I can feel him looking at me…My face immediately reddens and I get fidgety until we park. I turn to look at him and he kisses me…I pull back and roll into a nervous giggle like I was 14. I must have had this look of horror on my face because he asked me if that was ok and if it made me feel uncomfortable. Trying to be cool, I said no it’s all good…I was so not cool at that moment. Devil, angel, devil, angel… they were dancing on my shoulders.
So, I’m sitting across the table at dinner and he is chatting away about himself and life and his take on love and relationships. And I just go into a trance…thinking about that kiss! Half of my brain is listening to every word that is coming out of his mouth (beautiful by the way, with a kick ass smile to boot) Awful, just awful…The other half of my brain is playing horrible games with me. I start hearing the theme song from Wonderama…”Kid’s are people too, wachado, whackado, whackado!” All kinds of audio visuals are running rampant in my head, cougars and Demi Moore and babies AND …meeting his Mother! Well, let me just tell ya, that yanked the S, E and Y right out of sexy for me and all I saw at that moment was the BIG red X and I heard the loud buzzer from Family Feud. So much for the path of least resistance. Now what do I do? I can’t feign illness because he had already calculated I might try that…I panic…again, he notices…clearly I should not play poker…HE KISSES ME AGAIN! I know…poor me again…So I spin the wheel again and I’m back in the game. Vanna White saunters by and turns the S, E and Y! I solved the puzzle. Who cares how old he is? It isn’t the age that matters, it is the maturity level. I know men in their 50’s that still don’t have a clue…
Freedom to LOVE and be LOVED! Love comes in so many different forms and to deny oneself is simply self-sabotaging. It is not age dependent. Well, I mean within legal limits. Don’t let fear of what society might think determine your love meter. Love and just be…Love can be a long romance novel or a short story.
So tell me your thoughts: Do you think there is a SEX, LOVE, AGE equation?