I've been single for about a year now, and I've gone on a few dates. And by a few, I mean 8 or 9. I'm not lonely. I started dating because I thought it would be fun, instead I want to cry.
You see, I am young, fun, and Id like to think I am a sexy bitch. But I have some baggage. I am divorced and I have a 2 year old, it's more cargo than it is baggage, but I digress. It's hard keeping men around when you're all "Oh by the way, I am 21 and I have a two year old." So many times I've had a serious connection with someone, and as soon as I mention my kid, they are immediately dry humping some chick on the other side of the room. Understandable.
Men my age aren't really men, in my opinion. Not yet at least. There isn't anything wrong with that, as some women my age aren't really women yet. (I say only some because, well, come on. Women are much more mature and vaginas are prettier than dicks, so we win.) Honestly, if it weren't for my son, Id be right out there with them. Carefree for the most part, enjoying my early twenties. Even if I were to find a guy my age who has a child, chances are (especially here in New Orleans) he still hasn't crossed the manhood threshold yet. Id like to think I am an expert on this because I was married to someone who couldn't grasp the fact that it is not okay to sleep with women and stay out all night while you have a wife and infant at home.
So I am going on a date this Friday with an older man. (That sounds funny. No, he's not 83.) He's 16 years my senior, 37. Huge problems could arise from this age difference, but huge problems could arise from anything when it comes to dating. And it is just a date. But I over analyze and freak out over everything. And because he's a sheriff, I will refrain from smoking a joint before the date, how fucking paranoid would I be?!