Age Gap

It is really not big a deal to be in a relationship with someone 20 years older than you. Most of the times, you cannot tell that there is any difference at all.

For instance, A. talks about the songs he used to listen when he was a teenager, the movies he saw at the cinema that were brand new and when I saw them they were classics ect but it did not make any difference for me.

I had heard about those stories from my parents, my uncles my older cousins, so that seem familiar. And it is not like I am 20…

Of course you don’t see the difference when you are 30 something and the other one is 50 something. When you are 50 something and the other one is 70 something, things are very different.

But this seems to be very far away.

For the moment we were just fine. I will not leave you wondering… I will tell you (almost) everything! The second time we went out he surprised me with a romantic dinner in his house. And I did not just eat dinner. I ate breakfast and lunch as well. And I would have eaten dinner again the next day but I had to leave his house. I had to go to my friends birthday party in a Mexican restaurant.

Face to face with the friends…

I asked him to come with me at the restaurant but he could not. He had to finish some work since he could not work with me around the house.

I did not insist. It is not that I did not want him to come along but I was afraid of my friends’ reactions when they would see his grey hair.

The… birthday girl could be really judgmental sometimes and she strongly believe that it is wrong to be in a relationship with someone so older.

Plus in there would be a lot of tequila so I thought it was best to introduce A. to my friends when there wouldn’t be any strong alcohol around.

You don’t always want to be in the center of everyone’s attention

I was dying to meet his friends so agreed to go with him in a dinner party at his friend’s house.

I don’t know if I imagined it but it seemed to me that everyone was looking at me in a certain way. Who knows… maybe it was because I was the youngest one and they thought I was some kind of bimbo.

But why would they think that? I was old enough and he was already divorced when I met him.

I really disliked the wives. They seemed arrogant and snob.

And I am sure that they disliked me. They saw me as the heartless younger woman who could steal their husbands and their credit cards.

O course I was not interested but it did not matter.

Is there a speed limit?

Now I am safe and sound in my home. A. had asked me to go out with him and his two boys.

I got butterflies in my stomach when he told me.

Last week I was telling you that he was taking things too slow and suddenly he speeds up and I am trying to catch up.

I was not ready to meet his children. I don’t even know if I want to have kids, let alone taking care of an other woman’s kids. I am still waiting for the man who will bring into the light my maternal instincts.

And his kids are not babies. They are old enough to know and understand everything.

What would I tell them? What would he tell them about me?

Plus I had nothing to wear. I have clothes for meeting the parents but I have nothing for meeting the kids.

So I said that I was not feeling very well and could not go. Of course I will have to meet them eventually… I cannot keep saying no for ever!
Why did he have to speed up? He seems like an anxious teenager in his 50’s. Ok I can understand that he was ingle for too long but he should take it easy!

I realize now that I prefer things in slow motion…

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