I have recently started seeing an older man. I'm 34 and he has just turned 57. It’s a gaping chasm of 23 years. In the past I have generally dated men at my age or younger. Loving an older man was a “life change” for me.
Yes, I may not be able to go all misty-eyed at his memories of being a new romantic in 1982, nor he about my girlhood obsession with PJ & Duncan, but as it turns out – and you may want to sit down for this one – we are pretty much the same age mentally.
We have a little bit difference when it comes to our cultural references but that’s the only thing highlighting our age gap. We have similar hobbies like cooking and I find him very attractive indeed
I remember my dear old grandma saying on the morning of her 85th birthday that she still felt 21 inside, and I think this is something people forget when denouncing couples with an age gap. We're all youngsters inside.