As far as first dates go, “Don” and I had a pretty fabulous time. We met on OK Cupid and traded sufficiently witty emails and text messages for a few days before he asked me out to dinner the following week. He made reservations at a cute little place just blocks away from the studio where I take my weekly dance class so that it would be most convenient for me to meet him there.
Don marked a milestone for me – my first foray into dating someone in their 40′s. Up until now, my dating diet had consisted of a steady supply of boys in their mid-twenties, or Snickers as I like to call them. Because they really, really satisfy you as the old jingle says. But we all know what happens when we eat too much junk food. System gets all clogged up. What I was looking for was a serious dose of fiber. A nice big bunch of broccoli. Don was my broccoli. I know. Not the most romantic notion of all time but lately I had been finding older men attractive.
They were everywhere – hot dads with babies strapped to their backs, silver foxes all dressed up for work in crisp suits, aging bearded hipsters on bicycles. And I wanted one! I actually wanted to date someone my own age or – gasp! – older. Not because it was the “right” thing to do, but because, all of a sudden, I found them attractive! I changed my age requirements online from 25-29 to 28-44. I was very pleasantly surprised at the number and attractiveness of all the older dudes in my area. It was time to give it a try.
Dinner was delicious, and the conversation was fun, a bit flirty and relaxing. We traded battle stories about our dating experiences, and laughed at the overabundance of Machu Picchu pictures online. (Apparently this happens just as often in female profiles. Who knew?). We even delved into our marriages and post-marriage relationships. Before I knew it, 3 hours had flown by and he walked me to my car. The kiss goodnight was great. Serious chemistry. He even asked me out for a second date! It was damn near perfect. Continue reading