The moment you realize how old he really is...

So I'll be the one to break the ice with a recent story of mine...

First of all, everybody should know that I am 100% single and thus there is no immorality implied in that story other than...well the main point of the story.

One night, as I was out partying with a girlfriend that I hadn't seen in a long time, this man came up to me and started saying ridiculously random and funny stuff. I liked the way he didn't seem to care about anything and how he was really quick at answering back to anything I would say, all wise ass.

Of course, alcohol was involved and it was dark in the club, but I did truly find him attractive. He looked like a Man, you know, tall and big, confident, etc. So I did not ask myself a thousand questions and we started kissing. When I finally left the club with my friend (which was herself busy with somebody else, don't worry, I'm not that kind of friend who would leave her dancing alone), I gave the guy my phone number and went home. 

He did insist a lot on accompanying me home, telling me what he would really like doing to me, but up to then everything was pretty normal.

Two days later, he called. I cannot hide the fact that I was excited that he would call, since he left me a good first impression nonetheless. In the following 30 minutes conversation, I learned many suspicious facts pointing to a LARGE age difference between us…

As I was getting more and more uncomfortable trying to guess how old he was and too shy to ask such a stupid question, I Googled him and analyzed the findings with my friend…to come to the conclusion that he was at least 10 years older!

What was I to do? I was confronted to this kind of situation for the first time. In fact, as a general rule of thumb, I usually tend to go for guys that are a year younger than me. So as any good love scientist would do, I decided to try it out.

Of course, I first needed to see him again (what if my vision was more blurred than I thought it was?). So when he called saying he had an hour free, I suggested he should come to my place for a drink. (I know, looking back, it was a major rookie mistake to let him know where I live – I don’t know the guy!)

Second mistake…was to ever think that could work out. Now, WHAT an awkward moment. Whatever chemicals were at work that night, they were gone when he arrived at my place. I was relieved that he did look good. However, in broad daylight…I COULD SEE HIS WRINKLES! Damn, that freaked me out. Still, I was ready to give it a try.

But seriously…we had nothing, but absolutely nothing to talk about! Any subject I would start, he would barely comment and vice-versa. When you think about it, it is absolutely normal, since I do hope that in 10 years I will have other concerns then the ones I have now!

When he finally left, I sighed with relief… and decided to give him another chance as he called me 10 seconds after having left my place. Yes, you earn points when you show interest (but not too much obviously, striking the right balance being a difficult art to master). Although his side of the conversation always turned out to be sexually orientated, I was still curious where this could all lead. So when he asked to see me again, I suggested breakfast (you would think that breakfast is pretty neutral and safe…not).

So we did go for breakfast....loonnggeessttt and most unappreciated breakfast ever (and to say that this is usually the best part of my day)! At least he paid… (I usually object to the guy paying for me, but this is a whole other subject that we will have to deal with latter). When all conversation subjects turned out to be total flops (everything he would say would refer to 10 years ago, when I, for one, was not yet an adult…), that’s when I definitely put a cross over him. The fact that he continuously hinted at sex didn’t help with my comfort with the situation, since it all only sounded very WRONG.

Moral of the story? Do not go against your own instincts! Sugar daddying is not the right field of action for me. If you’re a cougar like me, don’t fight it. Embrace it!

Second moral of the story? The stronza theory definitively works… What theory is that? Aahhh sorry, I’m reserving it for another blog entry! ;)

Signed : Laeticia xxx