My classmate/coworker was excitedly telling us how she met a guy at a party over the weekend. She then hesitated, and seemed to be sort of ashamed, and mentioned that he's much older than her. The person beside me asked how old. 38.
Naturally, it's got me thinking about my own things.
26 vs 38. Is that a big difference? If you ask me, of course not. It's all just a number game. I would never be the one to judge.
As X used to say, I'm more mature than my actual age, she's more childish than her actual age, and so we meet perfectly somewhere in between. I loved hearing that.
But when I look back, perhaps the age difference was part of the problem. As much as I hate to say this, perhaps I never fully understood her needs and wants because there were things that I had never experienced before. The reality is that there were so many restrictions in my life at that age that I could not give her what she needed and wanted. At her age, stage and status, she really had no reason to endure all the sh*t I put her through. Why would she want to be with me, some "kid" who can't take charge of her own life?
Or...perhaps...it's not the age difference...it's just me.
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