I’m 38. This is me . I am convinced that I look like Burl Ives (minus the filled out posterior), so it’s always odd when others don’t run fleeing (I’m not being falsely modest here or fishing for compliments- I’m about 50 lbs overweight).
I’ve had more e-mails from this one site in the past month than I have from the several other personal pages I’ve had in years. Recently I received an “I want to meet you” notification from a guy 40 miles away and I responded. His profile was intelligent and funny and his picture was really cute. What’s wrong with him? I wondered, but I sent a short funny little e-mail as a Hail Mary and howahyah and he wrote back.
In complete sentences. And he was funny. And he mentioned some esoteric medieval stuff as a reply to the automatic signature I’d forgotten and he knew about the stuff. And he seemed really sweet.
Now, for those who are familiar with the online meat markets, complete sentences are rare and wit is damned near illegal. So many times I’ve sent an e-mail trying to make a good impression by having a clever little pun or playful little spin or whatever and basically get back “Hey thats intresting you wann a meet somewher and fukk?” This wasn’t like that.
So over the next two days we exchanged, no exaggeration, more than twenty e-mails, many of them very long. We joked, we exchanged views on life, music, the cosmic dance and everything, we discussed everything from Fokker aircraft to leprosy to politics to angelology to medieval lit to Smurfs to Hawaiian mythology, we made really tasteless jokes, and then I was really shocked when he asked me- several times- to please come meet him for coffee. (He wanted me to come there because he was studying for an exam- “You’re a student?” ask I, and yes, he replies, but “older than average”.
So, being between my high school graduation and my funeral and thus free of other engagements (have I mentioned that I’ve had 1 date in the past three years? and I’m a non-teaching professor, btw, but not at this guy’s school so there’s not a “professor=dating=a=student” stigma at least) I journeyed forth.
We hit it off majorly. We met around 8 (public well lit place yadda yadda) and parted company around 2. No sex- just constant talking and laughing and eating and revelry. He’s sexy as hell (at least to me- he’s not an everybody’s typer- not a gym god or anything, but tall and lanky and sort of clumsy- what I’d call a “cute nerd” type, but I have a major thing for cute nerds). And he told the truth- he is older than the average college senior.
Because he took a year off after high school.
He’s 22. Or 23, one or the other- I actually asked him not to tell me his true age lest he make me feel even more like a priest with a choirboy.
Did I mention that I’m 38?
Alright, if there weren’t an attraction there, or even if I thought the attraction was only physical (young flesh, et al), I’d know not to pursue this thing. But the attraction is genuine- it’s not lust- physically I can definitely call him “more than doable”, but I just thoroughly enjoyed talking to him. He really is very mature for his age and he’s better read than most people I’ve met three times his age. I learned from him the first night I met and that’s something I haven’t done on a date in so damned long I’d forgotten how great it was (I’d almost rather learn about some new discipline than have sex- well, not really, but it is a not particularly close second at least). It was great- the talk was great- six hours and I could have stayed there all night.
I have no idea what he thinks of me physically- he didn’t seem taken aback or disappointed at least (whether it’s manners or legitimate or “this isn’t really a date” or what I don’t know), but we’ve exchanged a dozen e-mails in the past couple of days and have agreed to meet again.
So… there’s about a sixteen year age difference. (He does plan to stay in the area after he graduates.) I feel… well, like a chicken hawk. I want to know him- I truly like his mind- he’s super intelligent and he’s interested in everything and we can talk on so many levels and he has a silly vapid side like I do as well as the intellectually promiscuous side. I’m not going to be modest: I think it’s fair to say based on the opinions of others that I’m a smart and interesting and funny guy in person, but he goes to a college and lives in a city where there are so many guys a helluva lot nearer his age (and his own weight) than I am that I’m wondering why he’s interested in me (if he is- and is it just as a friend or with more in mind? You know- I’d be content with a non-physical friendship with him, but because I find him adorable I’d kinda like to know now before I do something stupid).
So- your honest opinions- is it wrong of me to keep up something that might or might not become a physical relationship with a MUCH younger guy? Am I still a chicken hawk if I’m not the one who initiated contact? Am I being overly analytical? Is it stupid of me to think this might become at all romantic when I’ve got prescriptions damned near as old as this kid and he could surely find a better looking guy than me? And will Sophie Tucker ever get the credit she deserves as the true mother of punk rock? Did Henry IV do the right thing at Canossa, and just how many times has Stefano died and come back so far on Days of our Lives? I’d love to read opinions on these and other issues (but particularly the ones that are ALL ABOUT ME).
Your obedient,
U. G. B. F. Sampiro y Halcon de Pollo