Suddenly I don’t feel quite as unique.
I met my future husband at 15, dated him at 16, and married at 16-almost-17. He was 24 when we met. We’ve been married for 13 years now.
Of course, now that I’m older, I completely understand the fits my parents had about it! LOL!
I have only been on one date in my life, and the difference in our ages was a whooping ten months. And she was friend, so I guess you can’t even really call it a date.
However, I think my parents may win this round. Their story is one of a May-December romance that, so far, has led to a marriage of twenty-four years and two darling children (namely my sister and me). Their silver (or is it golden?) anniversary will be this coming June. The difference in their ages is over thirty years.
I had a very brief fling with a man 14 years younger.
The first guy I ever dated was 38 to my 16. When I was 19, I was involved with a guy in his late 40s (he wouldn’t specify an exact age) for 2 years. Arrogant little snot that I was, I thought it meant I was obviously extremely mature for my age, that I could hold the interest of men with so much more knowledge and experience. However, looking back, it’s clear that it was precisely my youth and inexperience that attracted them in the first place - they were both extrememly dominant personalities and it gives me the oogies to now understand a little more of the nature of their interest, something that simply never occured to me at the time.
I am currently involved with someone younger than me for the first time and am loving every second. Occasionally something he’ll say will cause the most wonderful nostalgic haze to descend and I get to sit around and reminisce about what it was to be young. Unfortunately he’s a million times smarter than I am, so I don’t get to be patronizing, which could’ve been fun.
I was 10 years older than him.
Intellectually mature, emotionally immature.
Disaster.
OK, to be fair:
When I was 26 I had a relationship with a guy who was 34. Thing is, he had only come out the year before, so he was still learning the ropes of being gay etc.
Another disaster. 
My first husband was 15 years older than I - we married when I was 20 and he was 35.
After he died, I briefly dated a man who was 42; when I was 23. He had custody of his 17 year old daughter who had no problems with the relationship, but it bothered me too much.
My biological father married a 22 year old woman when he was 58 (I think) - I was 24 when they married. She absolutely loathes her stepchildren, as a good number of us are older than she is. She became a “grandmother” at 25.
One of my friends in college married a 55 year old when she was 24-ish. She was his seventh wife, and also has several stepchildren older than she is, and had a baby the same week as one of them.
Actually dating my biggest gap would be about 5 years. He was 24 I was 19. Smallest gap was 2 years. He was 21, and I was of course 19.
I only actually started dating recently though but I’ve found I find a lot of guys in their mid to late 20’s are more my style. We just fit better because I’m a little more mature than it seems most guys my generation are, and they are interesting people to hang out with. Actually the majority of my friend group is mid to late twenties as well.
Though if you’re just going on sex appeal my brother’s friend is hot, but he’s 16 and has a girlfriend. I think that would be pushing it, and knowing my brother and his friends it would never last long at all.
If you are going on just being with a guy… the biggest gap for me is about 8 years and a month and going on right now. He’s such a sweety and we’ve known each other for awhile now (like a year) before anything happened between us.
My father and mother were 40 years apart in age; they got married when they were 62 & 22 respectively. I came a couple years later.
I’ve never gone beyond 3 years myself…
Geez. Biggest age difference I ever had was 20 months. She was 14, I was 15 and 8 months. The girl before that, there was an age difference of a gigantic 28 days.
Although my parents have a 12 year and 10 day age gap.
I once dated a guy who was 16 years younger than I was.
Then I married him.
Our age difference really bothered me when we met (Rick was 24, I was 40), but thank goodness he was persistent and convinced me that it wouldn’t matter. Turns out he was right. It is a non-issue. We are just good for each other.
When I was 20/21, I dated a man who was “my parents age”–I believe he was 47. (I don’t recall his age now so I can’t do the math.) It wasn’t weird or oogy, except for the fact he had a son my age. He was youthful but not immature, and it wasn’t readily apparent that there was a huge age gap between us.
He’s still one of my best friends to this day. We even rented a house together (not “together” but as in shared rent) up till recently.
In high school, I briefly dated a girl who was two years younger than me. All the others (there haven’t been many) have been at most one year away from me, and there’s only been one who’s been older (one year).
Assuming these count as dates (I’m still not sure); post-divorce (meaning this summer), I had one date with a woman 3 years younger than me, and one with a woman 5 years older than me.
That’s all; then again, I was married for seven years, and dating my eventual (ex-)wife for six years before that. So I haven’t actually dated much at all.
I went out with a guy for seven years, he was 2 years younger than me then I went out with a guy three years older than me for about a year, funny thing was he felt like he was robbing the cradle and I was 28 then.
I dont have a problem dating someone older or younger than me but like LindyHopper, I havent had the opportunity to date that much either.
My fiance is 43. I’m 26. When we first met I thought he was in his mid-to-late thirties, and almost fell over when he said he was 42. (This was prior to both our last birthdays.) But we decided that it just doesn’t matter, we are far too well-matched to worry about it. He’s an absolute sweetie and I wouldn’t trade him for anybody.
I thought our respective families would have heart attacks, but everybody is very happy about us. It helps that one of my great-grandfathers was something like 14 years older than that particular great-grandmother.
In high school for a few months I dated a 16-year-old guy who’d I’d been friends with for a while, when I was 18. It didn’t work out well. It’s amazing how much or how little difference age can make.
I was 23, she was 19.
Then I was 24, she was 20.
A few months later, I was still 24, but she was 28.
Dunno how I managed it, but 4 years each time!!
Right now, I’m dating a guy 4 years younger than me. (I’m 28, 29 in March. He turned 24 in April.) That’s my biggest difference in dating younger men. Most of the guys I’ve dated are 2-3 years younger than me, and I’m not sure why. I guess just mentally I don’t feel or act my age.
Before my last boyfriend, I dated a guy who was 38, and a guy who was in his early 40’s. (I was 26-27 at the time.) I didn’t really think it was a big deal, because they were cool guys.
I was 49, she was 24 when we met. Our relationship broke up a year or so later when she was cheating me with another man, 10 years my senior. She had a very bad relationship with her father, which might explain why she kept falling in love with older men.
And now for something completely different. For some reason the topic made me think of this song.
After my divorce, I once dated an 18 year old when I was 36.
We worked at the same place.
It didn’t last long, big boobies can’t be all that you offer to a relationship.
I also found out she babysat my kids when she was 12, and I didn’t remember her, but she remembered me.
That was weird.
My biggest dating gap is also my biggest ongoing-relationship gap, which was a 17 year discrepancy. I was 35, she was 52. We were together for a bit over two years.