I was very nervous about the traditional date for a couple of reasons. First, what would we talk about?! I didn’t have a whole profile on the guy that I could study from beforehand. Second, he did not cop to his age when we met at the club. I knew he was getting a master’s degree, but not how long he’d been at it. I guessed him around 25, which moved out of my age range last birthday. Third, I mean seriously, how could this possibly turn out well. You do not meet a guy in a club, exchange a handful of shouted words at each other, and then find out you’re a good match. You’re supposed to meet a guy in a club, exchange a handful of shouted words, and then have him text you two nights later for a booty call.
Well, I guessed wrong on all three counts. There were lots of things to talk about. We managed to cover politics, religion, our upbringings, our families, and lots of other things. It was the kind of date where you’re so excited to bring things up, you end up interrupting yourself. And we are a surprisingly good match (so far—early days). Despite having completely opposite backgrounds, we’re well matched on our beliefs and values. Also, we both know what it’s like to be saddled with glasses in elementary school and to never have a date in high school.
Of course there’s a catch. I don’t have a problem dating younger men. But much younger men? What am I going to do with a 23 year old? Ok, I can think of some good answers to that. All joking aside, I'm not one to throw back what the universe sends me, and right now it has sent me the first guy in a long time that I can connect with. The relationship has no future so at some point if exclusivity becomes a problem I'll have to deal with that. In the mean time, I'm doing myself a favor by seeing someone whose company I really enjoy. Stupid universe.
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