Dating someone older than your mother
I always seem to date guys between 10 to 20 years older than me, and from my relationships comes some of the best memories and experiences.I still get the common response from my friends: “He’s too old for you! ” I’ve also had a few people in my life suggest that I do it because I am a "gold digger."So, the broad answer is this: To clarify, I’m not dating older men because I am a “gold digger.” It’s more important for me to pull my own weight and be financially stable.As I attempted escape from the same cashier I mentioned earlier, she stopped me: "Wait wait wait! " I looked to see if I forgot a depressing bouquet of asparagus or something. I started my media career at age 9 at a community TV station and my ambition level went up from there.
What about Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, who were 16 years apart when they were married?It can make for some awkward situations, but hey, I'm still afloat. He knew how old I was before asking me out (thanks for the clarification, Tinder) so it was fine. I usually resort to wearing something with a little heel most days.Anyone else who looks younger than they are will definitely know what I'm talking about. However, when older dudes approach me in real life, with zero knowledge of my actual age and presumably thinking I'm much younger, it can get a little creepy for sure."Oh! Sure, I'd like to rock my Vans every day, but it isn't conducive to looking — oh, I don't know — old enough to legally purchase cigarettes?I had a normal childhood, but I have been living in the “adult world” since I was a kid. I was around adults all my life -- events, parties, meetings -- so I really knew it no other way.
The only thing probably missing in my life is a partner, a published book and an owned property… To elaborate even further, I’m an only child, and growing up, I never had many close friends. I was teased and picked on a lot from the kids at school. I guess that’s where I began the attraction for the older man type, and it used to freak my mother out.
If fellow passengers assume you're off to see what college options the Bay Area offers (instead of what you're really doing: visiting friends from college for a five-year graduation reunion), they're more likely to surrender the window seat or extra pretzels. She didn't speak English very well, and I had an even looser grasp on Polish.