It’d only be creepy if you were talking about Demi Lovato.
Edit:I’m almost 42 and I’d like to think I can openly admire anyone over the age of consent. This whole “half the age plus ten” thing is pretty recent, isn’t it? I don’t recall such a big deal being made of it when I was young.
Thanks everyone. I was seriously starting to doubt my sensibilities for a while.
I shall confess now to some possible subtext to my friend’s remark: last year when I was 40 I dated a 25-year-old, and it didn’t end well at all. Earlier this year when I was 41, I kinda-dated another 25-year-old, and that didn’t end particularly well either. (FTR I don’t actively seek out 25-year-olds: they just kinda happen, and I have dated a woman much closer to my age too.)
Because of the above experiences, I suspect my friend has my best interests at heart, but is expressing it indirectly and badly. That said, the comment remains a little insulting, as it implies she must have deemed my genuine relationships “creepy” too.
I am now dating a 30-year-old, which is apparently deemed just about acceptable.
I’m still attracted to the 20 something lasses that I fancied as a 20 something lad. As I grow older though, I also fancy their mothers, and am looking forward to adding a third generation in a few years.
She is a very gorgeous and glam young woman now, so I don’t think the fact that you fancy her is creepy at all.
What weirds me out about Cheryl Cole is that not too long ago she was a poster child for the chavviest chavs in all of chavland. Battering attendants in toilets, marrying a football player of known dubious moral standing and selling the photos to the celeb magazines.
But now fast forward a few years, she’s got new American teeth and a high profile job with Mr Cowell so she’s turned into some sort of national treasure. Why?
Kudos to her and her people for all their successful spin, of course, but it is all a bit odd.
Hell, I’m way too old to date Daniel Radcliffe and yet I think he’s pretty hot. Is merely looking at attractive young men pervy? Then call me pervy, I guess.
Meh. Demi Lovato’s ok, but the real prize is Selena Gomez. I’d like to skin her, and wear here like a suit while I smear cool whip on my aged and decrepit self.
Wait, creepy?
for the record, while she’s cute, I am not a murderer, and I find her more cute than sexy at this point. Also, cool whip sucks.
I like that article very much. The survey was done by some bingo website called Poshbingo.co.uk.
The Queen came top, which is fair enough, I suppose. Royalty is posh by its very nature. But even she only got 18% of the vote. And better yet, 20% of Poshbingoists claimed to be the poshest person in the country.
Posher than the Queen and Cheryl Cole and even…gasp…Katie Price.
Gadzooks. Surely not.
When I was 26 I was disturbed by leers from men older than my mom (so men in their late 40s or older) but 41? I probably wouldn’t have dated him, but it’s not creepy. And this is far removed from even that given she’s a celebrity. Nope, not creepy.