Many, many moons ago, I went on my first true self inflicted blind date by posting an ad on CraigsList with tickets to a concert asking potential dates to tell me why they'd be the most fun. I was not looking for anything serious, definitely nothing long term. Which is exactly what I found. I was pleasantly surprised by this 27 year old's ability to have interesting conversations, quirky intellectualism and his fantastic kissing abilities. We dated on and off for a few months. I affectionately refer to him as the Happy Meal Toy in conversations with girlfriends over wine. He was, exactly that, a toy to play with for awhile with no real use or long term necessity. It ended because it was time for it to end.
My pendulum swung the opposite way and I then dated a man old enough to be the Happy Meal Toy's father. I'd like to say the age thing doesn't matter, but it does.
As a 34 year old woman, I'm firmly entrenched in Generation X. I don't understand much of the lackadaisical approach to life of anyone younger than about 30 and I don't appreciate much of the baby boomer approach to living. So, when filling out online dating profiles, I always put 30 - 45, but know that really, it's probably narrower (34 - 39).
Though, if I do date outside the range again, I'm definitely going younger. There's a reason happy meal toys are so popular.
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