18 yr old dating 30 yr old
I know many smoking-hot middle-aged people who are emotional teenagers.
I know many brilliant, mature people who aren’t old enough to rent a car.
One of my sister's friends, Sean, happened to be the man I eventually married. I shared my family's dinner table with him many times and always noted that he was cute, but I never gave it more than a passing thought.
When my sister's winter break came around, I hadn't seen Sean in several months, and during that time of estrangement Sean went from a boy to a strapping 18-year-old man.
It’s too bad O-Town was hit by a bus."He was the only "younger guy" I’d ever gone out with, by about six years, and I used to ask my friends obsessively if it was "weird." But they just thought it was strange that all of our conversations could start a potential death rumor about Ray Liotta. Ultimately, it wasn’t that this guy was young; it was that I had absolutely nothing to say to him that wasn’t "There," "Not there," "NOT there, this isn’t anybody’s birthday," or "Slow down, Usain Bolt, who incidentally is ." It wasn’t about age—it was about somebody with a nice body I had absolutely nothing to say to.
I’ve discussed dating out of your demographic with men and women alike, and while everybody has a lot to say on the subject of age, I’m of the opinion that it is, indeed, nothing but a number.
When we met, I was a 20-year-old girl with a desperate desire to be loved.
Mark was a 30-year-old bartender with a penchant for writing me poems and professing his love to me via late-night text messages.
It was the detail that I had been trying to forget for our entire romantic interlude. When I pulled up to the recruiter's office, he leaned in and gave me a long kiss and his eyes lingered on my face as he pulled away and said, "See you at graduation? I didn't know when his graduation was or what boot camp graduation entailed, and I was dead broke, but I would be there.
This kind of culling is even easier now that dating sites let us whittle our options down to the year.
I contend that as long as nobody is being willfully creepy (I see you, guys in Ferrari hats), this kind of limitation is mega lame.
A fling that I would look back upon fondly and tell stories of to my children in an effort to prove to them that their mother had been a rebel.
Friends and family expressed concern about my life and recent choices.