First let me start out by saying I NEVER write my column about a specific person or situation. Until now, well kind of. I am going to tell you a story about a date but I’m not going to use any names. I feel a lot of people will relate to this story, so I feel it’s important to talk about.
Background about my dating preferences is important here before I get to this particular date story. Just like the title says, “I Keep Getting Older and the Girls Keep Getting Younger,” seems to be a theme in my life. Let me explain….
I want to keep it real here and trust me I understand this is a touchy subject, for whatever reason. As a dating adult I prefer women from the ages of 28 to 34. I find the women in that age range have a lot of the qualities I am looking for. I am speaking from my experience and in generalities here so allow me to speak from my point of view. Coming from a guy who has no children and who has never been married I take both of those things very seriously and I believe they should be shared with someone I am in love with. With that said, I have always wanted to share getting married and having children with a lady who could experience those first-time events with me. I find my chance of finding that situation is more likely with a woman in that age group.
Now, when I was 30, dating a 28-34 year old woman was no big deal, but now that I am 43 some eyebrows get raised. People Women love to judge. I have no problem dating women my age but finding a lady who is 43 who doesn’t have an ex-husband or children is like finding a needle in a haystack. Luckily for me most women like dating guys older than themselves, and here’s a newsflash, guys don’t mind. Now let me get to my date story…
So the opportunity presented itself for me to go on date with a woman my age, well she’s one year older than I. She is a lady I found very attractive and she has no children, she does have an ex-husband but I figured hey, go for it, it’s just a date.
Now when I decide to ask a woman out I take it seriously and I try to find out her likes and dislikes as far as what she is comfortable doing on a first date and her preferences on food and beverages. I think it’s a polite thing for a man to do. So I did. We both decided since we had been talking and texting for a while that it might be nice to spend some time talking and getting to know each other while I cooked us dinner at my condo in Cherry Creek.
Most of you who have read my column for any length of time would know I am adamantly against doing such a thing on a first date in case the chemistry isn’t there and you need to graciously call it good and escape exit. I felt I was safe with this situation, but man was I wrong.
Let me set the mood. I have a large bar/ counter connecting my kitchen to my living room. I am in the kitchen cooking and making drinks while she is on the other side of the counter sitting on a bar stool in the living room. So far so good right?
Here’s where it gets good. Of course, the conversation of dating and relationships comes up and I am put on the spot. She asks, “Have you ever been married?” I quickly reply “no, but I was in an eight-year relationship in my 20s that kinda felt like I was.” That then leads into her failed marriage and how it took (still is taking) her time to fully get over it. I was thinking to myself, oh lord, here we go, I am on a date with a woman who is emotionally unavailable.
Regardless, the conversation progressed. Now I feel like I am being interrogated interviewed by this woman who is trying to figure out why I am still single and why I’ve never been married. Keep in mind this would not be my first choice in conversation but she wanted to get “to know each other” and I guess this is her idea of how to do so.
The next question was along the lines of, “what type of women do you generally date?” Me being who I am and liking to keep it real and be transparent, I told her that I tend to date women younger than myself for the reasons aforementioned. Then I said, “I feel like I raised three or four women in their late 20s and early 30s when I was in relationships with them.”
You would think I just kicked her in the stomach by the look on her face. Rather than asking me, why is that? Or, please explain… She busts out this beauty of a response. “You sound like a pedophile!” You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was shocked; those are some pretty serious words to throw around. If I would have been in a public place I would have asked for the check and gotten up and excused myself.
Unfortunately, I can only use so many words in each column, so I am going to have to continue this beauty next month in Part 2. There I will explain why I said, “I feel like raised three or four women in their late 20s and early 30s when I was in relationships with them.” I will also tell you how this date ended. It might not be how you expect. Until next time, happy dating and be safe out there.
Your pal, Sheik