Just in time for your post-Easter hangover, let's talk about the young, cute chickadees. Why is it now that I'm almost 30 that the 18 to 20 year-old girls are suddenly diggin' my shit? More than once in the last month, I've been hit on both online and off by the barely legal set. WHY NOW?? Where were you when I was 18? Or hell, when I was 23? Where were you when I wanted nothing more than a face-numbing bonefest free of commitment or care? Evidently you were banging 30-year olds unfettered by my level of moral turmoil.
Is the attention of girl-next-door coeds flattering? Well, of course! But more than that, it's frustrating, particularly when I'm at a stage in my life when I sincerely do want to find the right girl to settle down with. Yet somehow finding a woman relatively close to my age who wants the same thing has proven more of a challenge than I thought. I want a real relationship, not a free knob polish from some hot, firm-buttocked, perky-breasted, taut-stomached little bird who doesn't even care if we so much as watch a movie before we...um...hmm...if you'll excuse me, I've got a couple phone numbers to fish out of the trash.
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Sorry to hear about your dilemma. I share your pain - trust me. Hard to find a dude that is half way decent and has something in common with me.
I would sum it up to - Dating is as fun as road rash.
I agree with day dreamer....and its the same scenario in all states too!
She's out there somewhere. *stirring music swells in the background, and Jeremy breaks into song*
But the coeds--no, I musn't. Damn my morality, flexible as it sometimes may be.
We always want what we can't have....
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