Age Aint Nothin But A Number...

Well, at least I used to think this way. And I've learned, that it's not age that matters, it's experience. I went out this weekend, and I danced with this guy, and he asked me for my number. When we talked, I asked him how old he was, typical question that you ask someone that you don't know. Well, he's 17 years older than me. I can't say that I was all the way un-interested at this point. But as we continue to talk, he tells me that he has twin sons, that are around my age. And he's been married before. I've dated plenty of men who have children. But never, have I dated someone and I could also date their children. Now, I'm not saying that there is anything wrong with dating someone much older, if that's your thing, but I just can't do it. I don't have any children, and I've never been married.

After speaking with him again last night, I realize, that age is the excuse that I'm using. There are a number of reasons that I'm not feeling him. His age is one of them. He doesn't even live close to where I live. He has quite a few hang-ups about women that are just not true for most women. He talks, entirely too much.

An example, of a piece of our conversation. First let me give you the background. On Sunday evening, I told him that I was going to iron my clothes for the week, he asks me, so what are you going to wear. Maybe I'm trippen, but that annoys me. You want me to run down each and every outfit that I'm wearing for the week? Seriously? So, yesterday we are talking, and out of nowhere he askes, "So, what did you decide to wear to work today." Annoyed, I say, "Nothing special, just some black pants and a white shirt." Him, "All that planning and you just wore black pants and a white shirt." Me, "All what planning, I have to iron clothes for work, so I do it all on Sunday, I didn't do any serious planning." I'm thinking what was I supposed to wear, some green pants, with a sweater, and a button up under it? I just don't understand the entire conversation about what I wore to work. Must be over my head.

So, I've decided that I'm not going to talk to him anymore. I don't like him, and I'm not interested. Sorry Sweetness, but you are not the one for me.