"I know a girl who would be perfect for you."
I should have taken off for the hills at those words. Instead, we talked, and I agreed to let her set me up with this woman. We meet, exchange pleasantries, seems nice enough, but she looks a bit on the young side. Eventually I ask her how old she is. "19, well technically 18, but I'll be 19 next week." Crimony, I was out of High School when she was born! Not wanting to just cut and run, we went to dinner. She seemed amused when I opened doors and held her chair out for her. Several times in the course of the conversation I had to explain people or events to her that I had referenced. (Bernie Goetz, Carol Alt, The fall of the Berlin Wall, and Milton Berle amongst others) I spent way too much time thinking I'm getting old. At one point as we drove to the nightclub she asked "is something wrong?" I asked what she meant, she said "well, you haven't tried to make a move on me yet. I've never had that happen before, don't you think I'm sexy?" I told her she was very attractive, but a bit young and I'm not one who moves very fast in that area. She mentioned that younger women had some advantages, especially in bed, "which you'll find out tonight." I politely excused myself. There are so many things wrong with that situation in my mind:
a) I'd feel like a pedophile.
b) I'm a huge fan of sex, but after having known each other for a whole two and a half hours, that sexual tension hadn't had much chance to build.
c) 19 year olds looking to 'finally find someone to settle down with' raise a red flag with me. I think it's the 'finally' part that bothers me most. The idea that I've gone without sex longer than the total time she's been allowed to date people, and she's thinking she's been doing this a long time already.
I'm getting too old for this stuff.
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I hadn't read this post yet. It was sad. Sad. SAD! Not you, her. What in th' freakin' world????
And on another note, your birthday songs made me laugh. Which was needed. I hope I get to meet you in person before I am 80. :-)
I agree, where were the women like that when I WAS nineteen? The whole time we were eating, I had Steely Dan's 'hey nineteen' playing in my head, but I didn't want to have to explain who Steely Dan was.
Glad you enjoyed them. Any time you're in the area, let me know, I'll mail you my home and cell numbers. I usually leave the cell if I'm not at work, but for you I'll make an exception.
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