Up until 2 years ago, I was repulsed by the idea of dating a younger man. The one-two punch of social convention and emotional need ruled out anyone more than a year or two below me. My dream guy was older, smarter, and wealthier than me. I was not picky about looks or height (despite being 5’9″). I am the proud owner of a celebrity crush on Paul Giamatti. Give me brains over brawn any day. I certainly had nothing to prove, no biological clock demanding I reproduce. Continue reading
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A Match is Made…kind of
We called it Concentration. Others know it as Memory, where you lay out a deck of cards face down, then search for matches. The memory part was to keep track of where the cards were. Say I turn over a nine and a jack.Not a match – waa waaaa. Next I turn over a two and a nine. Now where was that first nine? Third row, fifth card from the right? Yesss! You get a rush – a match is made. Continue reading
Why We Stare
I’VE DONE IT – been out somewhere and saw an interracial couple. What goes through the minds of us who stare? ‘They should be with their own kind’. ‘You want a white girl THAT BAD?’ ‘Somebody’s rebelling’. I’m happy to say I’ve never thought the first one. If you’re dating a human, then you’re with your own kind. I’ll worry when you start checking out pelicans. Continue reading
