I have been approached on JDate by much younger men and it confuses me. I am widowed and, for me, the comfort of being with a widower makes wonderful sense so I’m sad to see that some of these men are this much younger than I and with a loss already. There is someone that I feel a connection with at this time and I’m nervous that he neglected to see my age. Is this younger man/older woman (Ashton and Demi) becoming trendier? I’m battling grey hairs and wrinkles!
Dear May-December Romance,
There is no way that age can be ignored on JDate, so believe me this guy knows EXACTLY how old you are and he likes it! Age is one of the first things people look at and next to location it’s probably the most utilized tool to separate your prospects. It sounds like you’re a hot widow that looks young for her age and is doing a great job battling the gray hairs and wrinkles! Your youthful appeal is probably also emanating from the inside out, so enjoy the attention and be open to the possibility of falling in love with a younger man!
I think that all of my tastes stopped evolving at age fourteen. Though 1997 was great and it certainly had its highs (Los Del Rio, seeing Titanic for the first time, my first kiss), it also had unfathomable lows (Heaven’s Gate, my parents’ divorce, seeing Titanic for the second and all subsequent times). I don’t know why I see it as a cultural or personal milestone that I had to preserve in my mind as a beacon of unequalled excellence.
Nevertheless, I don’t think that my likes or dislikes have changed since then, the Year of the Macarena. My favorite food, in almost every cultural category, has been the same. My dislike for cheese has remained deep-seated. My dance skills are still awesome. I still hope to one day ride in a spaceship. I still like all the same music, movies, and television shows though new bands, movies, and programs have built on my tastes. I still dislike coffee, and often ponder the existence of all hot drinks. I still like girls.
I guess that once I started liking girls in more than just a procreative way, everything else sort of froze. I have been stuck in a limbo-like youth state. Maybe my life can continue maturing past age thirteen once I finally find someone that I want to spend the rest of my psychologically-stunted forever pre-teen life with. Until then, I’ll be here, listening to The Nixons, chewing gum and drinking soda pop.