… Because you can go out with both 27-year-old boys and 37-year-old men and neither one is inappropriate.
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In the last year, I have pretty much dated exclusively in the +/- 5 year extension range. It wasn’t until my most recent date, which happened to be with a 27-year-old, that this fact came to my attention. After telling this aged Twenty-Seven guy all about how he was on the cusp of entering a spectacular time in his life, I segued to the amazingness, for a woman like me, of dating a younger man. Since I knew that the relationship was never going to go beyond this one date (despite the fact that he was a most enjoyable date– but, you know, we were pretty clear on the reality of the situation), I had no misgivings about fully disclosing my dating history of the 365 days prior.
Me: “You know, now that I think about it, you’re the third 27-year-old I’ve dated since the start of the new year.”
Twenty-Seven: “Since the start of the new year? How many people do you go out with?”
Me: “Oh, well not that many really. But before you three 27-year-olds, there was a 37-year-old. He was pretty fantastic too. Then before him there was another 27-year-old, and then before that, a 37-year-old. That’s all I can think of in the last, maybe, 7 months or so. I feel like I’m forgetting someone though.”
Twenty-Seven: “Not that many, huh? Boy, you sure do know how to make a guy feel special.”
Me: “No, you are special. All of you are special. You see, the beauty between dating both 27-year-olds and 37-year-olds is…..”
Do you know that 27-year-old son-of-a-gun actually sat there and listened to me emphatically ramble on about the awesomeness of other guys I’d dated for a good twenty minutes? And then he let me buy him breakfast.
Just another beauty of dating a 27-year-old; they’re so attentive sometimes. Bless their 27-year-old hearts.
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Shortly after my date with Twenty-Seven, I decided my age preferences were a phenomenon that required closer examination. I asked myself, which is better: dating a 27-year-old or a 37-year-old?
Just for you, my readers, I have taken a purely scientific approach and developed the following method of measure:
I like fulcrums, yes I do. I like fulcrums, how about you?
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Oh heck, who cares. When they’re with me, everybody wins!
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