I’ve been watching a show called Girlfriends’ Guide to Divorce on Netflix, and seeing a 28-year-old guy bang the hell out of Lisa Edelstein has kinda made reconsider my aversion to dating younger men.
Actually… Wait a second…
*Google*
He was born in 1975! BOOM! My ageism stands!
Entirety of a first message from a 21-year-old on OkCupid:
“Well aren’t you pretty!”
Yes, I am.
*nod*
OK, then. Glad we had this talk.
I get the biggest crushes on guys who work in my office cafeterias. I think it has something to do with them being bringers of snacks and coffee. My office environment downfall is hot guys near my food and caffeine. It’s like a stimulus trifecta: man; coffee; food. All things nibble-able and drinkable within a small radius.
And hey, this new guy is 8 years younger than I am, which means I AM a bawdy old lady, but I’m NOT literally old enough to be his mom. I am, however, young enough to finish him like a cheesecake.
C’mon, summer, hurry up — I work better in sundresses.
Smug Singleton 