Finding those restrictions a bit picky, a friend and I devised a new strategy: We’d spend 2010 focusing on dating older guys.It made sense: they have good jobs, they’re settled and own homes, and they’ve finally gotten to the point in their lives where they know how to treat a woman.From the outside it was an idyllic scene — one I can still conjure up to this day.Sun flooded the terrace of our detached house in rural France, and the champagne flowed freely as my husband and I hosted a barbecue at our new home.From my hiding place behind the door, I was frozen with revulsion and disbelief.Not only at my husband’s betrayal — but because our marriage was nothing like the one he had described in such prurient detail.If not, that’s totally ok.”That aside, I was holding a torch all those years for my ex. We had a connection and bond so deep that I thought that was my last and only chance at a partnership.
My ex was a sober addict (that was an education in and of itself) and I’ve been with military men, musicians, actors, lawyers, and at least one teacher.
Last year, I realized that maybe I should start having stricter standards for who I’ll date.
You know, require that a man own a home, have a job, stuff like that.
I tried to have sex a few times and I did, although unsatisfying.
The thing is, I’ve never really had a “type” and rarely have rules for the kind of guys I go out with.
All kidding aside, there are some wonderful things about being married to a man who is more than a couple years older than you (let’s not forget that there is an assumption being made that along with age, a certain level of maturity has been reached!