Young, NOT Dumb, And Full Of…

Okay, I finally get it. I finally get what all the fuss is about. I finally get why people do it. I finally get why, when those people are teased about it, they just smile and nod, with a knowing look in their eyes.

I went out with a younger guy last night. This, after years of dating older, usually much older men, because that’s what I thought I was supposed to do. But recently presented with the opportunity, I finally went younger. And guess what? This handsome young man – with perfectly smooth skin and not one strand of gray on his fantastically thick head of hair - this guy was more of a man than any of the older jackasses I’ve been dating all this time. And guess what else? I LIKED it.

Aside from being crazy adorable, he was a gentleman. Aside from having a smile that could melt an ice sculpture, he had manners. He held every door open, he offered me his arm walking across the street, he got my drinks, and most of all – this guy liked me. He was attracted to me and made no secret of it. He didn’t play those stupid “I’m 45 and divorced and have something to prove” games. He complimented me. He smiled at me. He listened to me and actually had something to say in response. And without any pretense, he kissed me – in public. In the middle of my sentence, he simply leaned in and kissed me. And holy shit, what a kiss. This was no boy, this was a man. He didn’t care who was watching, he didn’t care about anything but the fact that he had a woman next to him who he wanted to make out with, and so he did – more than a few times.

The funny thing is, I don’t really think I am that much of a PDA person. In the past I probably would have pre-empted that major public kiss. But with this guy, I didn’t care. I liked it. I especially liked how little he cared about everything around him except for the person he was with. I guess this is why men have been dating younger women for years.

He’s not so much younger that I look so much older, but he’s younger in the sense that he isn’t letting life get him down in a way that he shows it. He isn’t walking around with hunched shoulders acting like everyone is out to get him and he had nothing to do with his own misery. He is simply put, young and full of life. He has a lot to look forward to and he knows it – and it shows. I could learn a lot from this guy (aside from the fact that he is a great kisser).

And if he doesn’t ask me out again, I took away from one date more than I have taken away from the last 20… When it comes down to it, dating has nothing to do with the number – it has to do with what the number represents. It has to do with enjoying time with someone who is living their life without regret, without bitterness, and without an agenda. What a refreshing change. Maybe I’m onto something.

Or maybe he is.

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