Dating man 16 years older than me
I got married in my early 20s and divorced a few years later.
But they've seen how skittish I am about romance, so I think they're just happy that I'm happy. That's actually one of our biggest fights—and where the age-difference thing comes out in full force.
Still, when Mike and I went out for drinks, I barely thought about our age gap until our server asked for our IDs.
Mike reached across the table to examine mine."You were born in 1966? That's so weird."The word rattled around in my head, even after he changed the subject to his upcoming marathon training. The banter that had come so easily seemed stilted in the bar. A week later, he invited me to join him and his friends for a hike, followed by a party.
I was pretty sure I was going to spend the rest of my life alone, and I'd made my peace with that.
I'd gone on enough dates that didn't lead anywhere—often with much more age-appropriate matches than Mike—and I just didn't see the point in pretending we were something we weren't.