My chiropractor is 28 years old, yet still looks young enough to be carded when he orders a drink. “Don’t you see my grey hair?” he asked me, pointing to the three strands of silver among his beautiful black strands. I’d noticed, but didn’t say anything—there’s not a gracious way to bring it up in conversation, and besides, it looks nice, not aging. If he’d looked close enough, he’d have noticed the graying at my unattended roots. He didn’t look that close because he told me I looked no older than 31. Nice boy, he is. He spent 30 minutes of his day off adjusting my back so I can walk without wincing, and gave me a nifty black brace that’s full of Velcro and needs to be tightened just enough that my flesh bulges out above and below. It puts enough pressure in the right place though that it lessens the need to cry. The bulges though…they may make me cry.
On the drive back to the office, I came to a rather unsettling realization that, although not caused by the three gray strands of hair on the head of the cutie-pie chiropractor, certainly not deterred by them, that in my advancing years I’m coming to a preference for :eek: younger men. Now, CPC (Cutie-Pie Chiropractor) is married with two children already (at 28!) and is completely beyond the reach of any cougar hands, I realized that those who have been drawn into my attentions are those young men who have yet to advance towards my own generation. (And unless I choose to stand still in birthdays—something which I have promised myself I will never do—they will never grow closer to my own age.) This is shocking to me in more ways than one, mainly because for my entire life, I’ve always felt the attractive pull towards men at least 10 years my senior (and in many cases, even greater than 10 years). The only man near my age with whom I was ever involved was the man I married. I blamed the close proximity in ages as a pivotal moment in the decline of our relationship. Of course, the other factor is that while I may be drawn to younger men, I am not a “younger” woman, which depending on the man may be an asset.
Still, I feel that since I’ve hit 40 five months ago not only is my body falling apart, but it seems as if my mind might be following.
In general it is more acceptable these days for a woman to have a boyfriend younger thatn herself. There are also plenty of younger guys who appreciate women that are, shall we say. more experienced, than they are.
This is bait, isn’t it? I’m supposed to post something in this thread.
When did it become more socially acceptable for older women and younger guys to get together? I’m not complaining, I’m just wondering when the shift happened.
I’m thinkin’ it’s not that there’s been a societal shift but more that it’s just something that some women and men may themselves experience as they reach a certain point in their lives. I think it’s always been there. I went through it as did some, but not all, of my friends.
My thinkin’ is if it doesn’t happen, no big deal. If it does and conditions are right, it can be very rewarding.
Well, get moving then! I’m not getting any younger, and quite frankly I don’t have the time nor the patience for the flirty looks and the cute smiles. Let’s just get to the good stuff!
When people’s ideas about how a 40 year old woman should look crashed into what most 40 year old women really look like.
I color my hair, take care of my skin and don’t own any polyester pantsuits.
My husband is 8 years younger than I am and most of my co-workers believe him to be a little older than me.
Wow that’s a funny co-incidence, I love older women. My first girlfriend was 30 (I’m 23), and my current one is 29. Oh, did I say girlfriend? I meant… librarian. Yeah, that’s it.
Spanish singer and actress Alaska’s husband is 11 years younger… most people are so surprised to find that our Queen of Punk is married that the age difference is just a footnote.
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