Over a year ago, my two male friends and I were eating an amazing dinner at a place on Broome Street called Ivo & Lulu (French Carribbean) when one of them posed a question.
"What's the youngest and oldest age for a person that you would date?" In other words, how young is too young? How old is too old? I speculated. I was 20 at the time.
"Probably 19...and...30. Something like that," I said.
My one, slightly eccentric, friend said, "12 and 90."
"What?" we asked.
"Okay, 14."
"What?"
"Hey as long as they're mature..."
"Okay, 90?"
"If they're active and energetic, sure!"
"That's messed up," we said. (Not simultaneously, but the consensus was that yes, this was indeed messed up.)
Anyway, it was all just theory and hogwash, but now I am actually experiencing this...something. I actually don't think it's a problem. I like him. But he's almost 38. We repeated the numbers. When he graduated high school, I was 2. When he lost his virginity, I was also...2. He could've picked me up in his arms and cooed and ahhed over my big, brown eyes and nonsense talk.
Okay, that's enough. Now, he wants me. And I want him. There's something altogether sexy about the taboo-ness. We revel in telling our friends and seeing their reactions.
So what do you all think? 15 year age difference too much? I haven't thought so for about 2 days--I hope he agrees.