Dating someone younger than yourself

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Pros: No bullshit/"games" that I had to put up with when trying to date girls my age or younger. Whatever was on her mind she would talk about and she would call me out on my faults. She knew exactly what she wanted, how to get it, and had her years of experience on me.She had many more years of life experience and wisdom to draw on, and we had great conversations. She wanted it more than girls my age did and it was seriously the best sex I've ever had.When I step back and take an objective look at us — he's 26, I'm 48 — I think I must look ridiculous.Then I remind myself that if it were he who was 20 years older, neither I nor anyone else would think twice, and I realize that I'm falling prey to the same sexism I bemoan.While I worry that he'd prefer a woman whose body hasn't been quite so affected by gravity, he tells me many times a day how beautiful I am — even when I know I am not at my prettiest.Because he is on TV a lot and quite well-known in Tunisia, he's always had girls throwing themselves at him (and still does). He tells me that of the hundreds of women he's met, he's never met anyone like me. It's precisely my experience and my different perspective on life that makes me interesting to him.

It's pretty much what you'd expect, one person having a lot more physical/emotional/mental experience than the other and being a little jaded, while the other has less experience but presumably more optimism and energy.

Twenty years and two kids later, we were still in New York, settled as firmly as if our feet had been cemented there. The pain was still there, but dealing with the trials of daily life in Egypt as a single woman was empowering.

I didn't want to get into another serious relationship any time soon. As if anything in my life had gone according to plan…

We met the following week, and I spilled the tale of my failed marriage. It was under renovation, but we snuck into a dark conference room to admire the stunning Nile view … It was a great kiss — until a security guard pointed his massive flashlight at us and shooed us away.

The last time that had happened to me, I'd been in the back of my high school boyfriend's car. A few days after our kiss, he said he considered us a couple, and a week later, he told me he loved me.

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