I seem to find myself getting involved with people that I don’t really have much in common with. Whether its an age difference, political views, social interests, or religious views, I tend to be drawn to my exact opposite. I always used to joke around that my age limit for men to date was 35. I remember when I was getting into my 30s my brother telling me, “You know, you may want to think about raising your age limit.” While I’ve thought about it, and have an open mind about it, and have been attracted to men in the 40s, it just hasn’t happened yet. I’m trying to figure out if this makes me a cougar. I really don’t care for the term, frankly. Is there a term like that for men in their 40s and 50s who get involved with women in their 20s and 30s? I don’t think so, although, I would guess they get a lot of high fives. It’s such a double standard. I know this isn’t new information, but there’s no reason why I can’t complain about it if I want to.
The best part about being involved with a younger man is that they’re a lot of fun. A man is his 30s knows how to be chivalrous and how to take care of you if you want it, but doesn’t smother you. Also, they really appreciate the little thoughtful things you do. Leaving the physical aspects out of it, I think I’ve already covered that things are good in that area… ‘nuff said? The part that’s frustrating, is getting the younger man to realize that it’s a lot easier to deal socially or practically with a woman who’s ‘been there, done that’. I don’t care if you want to go out and hang out with your friends without me… in fact, I like that you have friends to hang out with. Maybe in the past, there were women in their lives that couldn’t handle that and wanted to glom onto them and were terrified of what would happen if they went out without them. As a result, the guy wants to do everything he can to avoid getting us upset about stupid shit. The only thing he can think of to do… is lie. I’m here to tell you, a) it’s unbelievably easy to tell when that’s happening, b) it’s a stupid thing to lie about in the first place, and c) it’s gonna make us angry, which we wouldn’t have been if you would have just told the truth. Now you have to recover from that incident and prove you’re not going to lie about anything you can think of to lie about. Really? Was this the result you were looking for? I don’t think so.
What happens now that there’s this weirdness looming over us? Now I have to figure out how to play his game and win. He is all about winning after all. First of all, never yell at them, all that does is make them feel like the old lady is yelling at them and impossible to please. Because, you know, he loves to get a rise out of you by reminding you you’re older than him. Secondly, don’t play the game. Just be yourself, let him know how you feel and let him do what he wants with that information. I’ll let you know how that goes! So far it’s fine and back to normal, or so it seems. Finally, don’t let him read your blog. I mean really, you’re not playing a game, but he is, so all it does it give him ammunition for his next move.
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