I like my scenario more and more, since it avoids all these problems. Christophe used to have a daughter, but she was killed before Isabelle was born, and he’s ready to have one with Isabelle once they’re married. She doesn’t have any other friends, and all his friends except for Cecilia and Marie-Elise were killed when Isabelle was a baby. And he never has to retire, as such…he’s a vampire and she’s immortal too, so the whole life-phase and aging thing is eliminated.
Sorry for the bit of a hijack, but…
Your story sounds fascinating, meenie!! Any chance of us Dopers getting to read it when it’s finished?
My uncle is the same age as his step children. Im not sure on their exact ages but I think his wife is around 62 and he’s about 40. She does look older than him but not as bad as you would expect - she smokes rather heavily around him so I think its aged him quite a bit!
Mr Johnson and I don’t have a huge age gap - a little over 5 years.
We were both rink-rats at the same skating rink when I was about 9 and he was 15. I can clearly remember him. He looked different than the pretty-boys at the rink. He was into the grunge style, had long reddish-brown, wavy hair and 5-wheel inlines. I thought he was cute. Who knew I’d be dating him a decade later?
He doesn’t remember me from those days. (It would be a bit weird if he did).
We finally met when I was 15-16ish and he became an older-brother type of friend. Then when I was 19 we really got to know each other and fell in love. By then, the age gap wasn’t a big deal. The only thing that we really notice now is the music/movies we grew up on. I’m the young one so everything is “before my time”.
Awww, thanks :o
Sure, I can send the chapter I’m working on to interested parties. 
And since it’s my thread and I can hijack if I want to, this is what Isabelle and her mom Cecilia look like (in a weird coincidence which was really honestly totally unintentional, the actress who is the model for Cecilia is named Isabel, and her daughter’s name is Cecilia! Totally weirded me out.) And this is my best friend’s sketch of what Christophe looks like
Looks like someone else was trained by Disney animators.
That’s the style we tended to draw in when I was at Sheridan College taking animation. many of the instructors were from Disney.
There, I met a woman who was 18; I was 29, and we were together for about four months. It did feel a bit weird meeting her parents and such. The relationship didn;t last, but for other reasons.
Heh. I don’t know if he was trained by Disney animators…he went to the Art Institute of Philadelphia. But he definitely is influenced by classic Disney stuff. And he’s an awesome artist. 
Not a “huge” age difference, but … When I was 20-21 there was a little girl, perhaps 9 or 10 years old, with whom I had regular contact. It was quite obvious (to everybody) that she had a huge crush on me. I made a conscious effort to do absolutely nothing to encourage her, for obvious reasons. That effort included specifically asking some older women (around my mom’s age), who seemed to think the situation was “cute” to stop doing things to encourage her. Things like asking her, “Oooh, are you waiting for Rik? He’ll be out pretty soon!” when they would find her hanging around outside the room I was in.
That contact lasted only a year or so, after I moved on (for completely unrelated reasons). I didn’t give the girl a second thought.
I bumped into her a few years later in a convenience store parking lot. She came up to me and said “Hi” and struck up a conversation. At the time I didn’t recognize her (possibly because I was drinking a lot at the time and I was probably hung over), but it was apparent that she knew me, so I just played along and talked to her for a few minutes, wracking my brain the whole time trying to figure out who she was. We parted ways a after a short conversation. Later, at home, I realized she’d been coming on to me (again, my alcoholic state at the time was probably the reason it took me so long to figure that out). I’d thought she was pretty hot, so I resolved to keep my eyes peeled in case she visited that convenience store on a regular basis, in hopes of meeting her again.
I never saw her there again, but that was just as well because a few days later I finally realized who she was. I counted off the years since I’d first met her, did a little math, and realized she must be all of 15 by now. Okay, well, forget that.
However, the next time I saw her, on a city bus a few more years later, I recognized her right away (I’d quit drinking by that time) and this time I initiated the conversation. It was immediately obvious that she was still very interested in me. And that she was hot. And that she’d grown up into something of a horndog. And it just happened to be her 18th birthday…
It was fun while it lasted, which was all of two weeks. Then she sort of just drifted away. All I can figure is that either I didn’t live up to the image she’d built up in her mind over the years, or she just wanted to satisfy her curiosity and once she’d done that there was no need to stick around.
My first husband was nineteen years older than me; I was twenty-five when we married. (Unfortunately, his mental age was four.)
My current husband is seventeen years older than me.
Neither husband knew me as a child.
My ex is eighteen years older than me, there’s not much of a story other than that we used to work with each other, got chatting through email after she left the office, met up to see Alien Vs Predator and it all went from there.
We have a daughter together, its a bit of an odd feeling I guess that she’s younger than her nephew and he sisters are my sisters’ age, but it passes.
I was 9 the first time I met Hal. I was having a sleepover birthday party when he came to the house. He was a friend of my brothers and 19 years old. He was also drunk, puking, and passed out on my front lawn.
I saw him a few times after that but, of course, he didn’t pay much attention to me. It wasn’t until I was 16 or so that he noticed me and even then he would never even dream of doing anything about it.
By the time I was 18, I had a huge crush on him. He had moved into my brother’s house so I started spending a lot more time with my brother than I could ever possibly want to. I graduated high school and a bunch of us went on a trip to the boardwalk to celebrate. And the rest is history 
Sweet! I’m glad the drunk puking didn’t scar little 9-year-old you. 