Did a theme park the other day w/ the hub; got checked out...by a few different men.
But that was what struck me. They were men. Adult men. Whose age exceeded my own. By 10 - 30 years. I'm in my early 30's now. If I'm lucky, I get a second glance from a guy who is 28...but that's only if he mistakes me for a younger woman.
This could easily turn into a self-pity party about my brand new, first wrinkles...
my saggy mommy body...the list goes on. But it's not really about me.
my saggy mommy body...the list goes on. But it's not really about me.It's that I pity my single friends.
Perhaps pity is too harsh a word...and yet, I can't think of a better one at the moment, so...sorry, single friends. I'm gonna have to go with pity.
Here I am, catching glances from much older men - and only much older men - and I'm not even looking for a guy. And why do us young 30-somethings catch glances from the older guys? Because the younger guys want fresh-faced, teenage tail.
To put it bluntly.
Any guy between 18 and 30 is looking for a girl between 18 and 21. Any guy between 30 and 40 is looking for a girl between 21 and 25. And men over 40 are looking for women under 40...but preferably old enough to have developed a (drama-free) will and personality of their own, limiting them to women over 25 but younger than the big four-oh. So where does that leave my late-20-to-young-30-to-mid-30-to-late-30-something women? With men who could be their fathers, naturally. Because we sure aren't getting looks from men our own age. Men our age are still chasing young tail.
So thank goodness I'm married. I'm not ready to date my daddy yet.
And I'm sorry to all you women between 25 and 40 who aren't ready to date daddy, either. Botox, gym visits, and microdermabrasion, anyone?
