And on the other hand, unless you’re going out with somebody she’s young, I don’t think it’s cause for judgment.Being predatory is just plain gross on either side of the equation, either from young people looking to trade sex for free Hulu Plus, or old people suffering conversation with somebody who I don’t have to tell you that the only people who get to decide whether you’re enjoying each other as people are you and your dinner companion.The only problem I’ve had with dating outside of my age range is when the other person has been too aware of it.
Besides, age has nothing to do with lifespan, and we could all get hit by a bus tomorrow, like those poor boys from O-Town. That is the opposite of what picking a person should be like.
When you completely remove personality and individual experience from the equation and rely exclusively on stuff like "young," "blue eyes," and "no glasses," you end up with Robert, that weirdo in the beret.
"This is nothing compared to the long lines during the oil crisis," I say to my husband, Bronson, as he pulls into a particularly crowded Mobil station near the Holland Tunnel. Or could it be caused by something as shallow and immediate as a woman's not wanting anyone to think her date is her younger brother or, God help us, her son?
People were siphoning fuel from their neighbors' cars in the dead of night! She's older than he is, you know." Does our culture's collective discomfort with a reversal of the usual younger woman–older man dynamic come, as scientists suggest, from a deep-rooted evolutionary instinct that drives women to choose the wiser, older, more powerful alpha male over the untested young buck?
The idea that young people like older people because of the financial security is irritating.
One, because people who give a fuck about money are awful, and because I’ve met plenty of old, old dudes who are still doing the Somerset Maugham-y cheerful hobo routine. I like the Civil War, documentaries, and talking about whiskey as though it were a zaftig prostitute, so old guys and I get along.
This kind of culling is even easier now that dating sites let us whittle our options down to the year.
I contend that as long as nobody is being willfully creepy (I see you, guys in Ferrari hats), this kind of limitation is mega lame.
Forget about other people, money, and the looming specter of death. If we start writing people off based on this completely arbitrary Z-factor, we’re really going to end up forcing a lot of conversation with a lot of boring, age-appropriate dullards.