There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.
Some of my friends have been busting my tits because I’ve been seeing a 21 year old.
To be fair, when men my age (or older) date (very) young women I roll my eyes. I wonder what they could possibly have to talk about, how they challenge one another & assume it’s all about their tight bodies & manipulating their naïve, malleable minds. I’m not going to lie. I love the fact that gravity hasn’t yet affected my kinder-bride. I love that our sexual appetites are parallel. Yes, I’ve been sexually active for longer than he’s been alive so technically I could’ve birthed him, but who cares? He’s honest, sensitive, intelligent, brave, ambitious & inspiring. Sometimes in public I wonder if people think I’ve kidnapped him. Sometimes I wonder if I have kidnapped him. He may not have lived as many years as I have, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t lived. He hasn’t abandoned his ideals, isn’t bitter but is enthusiastic- in a way that almost became obsolete in my own life. He may have a lot to learn but so do I. He has been more of a man than some men I’ve dated in their 30’s, 40’s & 50’s. He respects me & is unyielding with his support in everyway. He wants me exactly the way I am.
So I’m here to say I’m sorry for busting the balls of my dude friends whom I’ve called out for being gross perverts going young. Maybe you are a creep at heart, but perhaps you’re not. I know I’m a creepy weirdo and you might think I’m a predator. I also know that spending time & whatever happens with this 21yr old, has opened my eyes to what really separates the men from the boys.