I have actually never dated anyone who was between the ages of 21 and 24. Ever. When I was 20, my boyfriend was 25. Then 33. Then 45. It would be easy to chalk this trend up to Daddy Issues, but it seems that nearly everyone has that particular problem. I mean, most fathers kind of suck, right? So, while 90% of the population is still waiting for Pop to finally play catch with them or bust up their mother's marriage and save them from a horrible stepparent, most people do not end up dating someone significantly older than themselves.<br><br>
Honestly, I think it was a practical decision. And maybe there was just a kernel of truth to the old stereotype that girls mature more quickly than boys. At 16, the selection was, shall we say, extremely limited. There's just something fundamentally unsexy about adolescent boys. They're all sweaty gym socks and sticky-paged Maxims stuffed under the mattress. By comparison, the stench of weed and pretension wafting from college boys was far more appealing... until I achieved co-ed status.<br><br>
The 25 year old had his own apartment. Not a dorm. Not his old bedroom at mom's. His own place. For the first time, getting naked with a guy was not a furtive listening-for-the-sound-of-the-front-door-being-unlocked affair. And I could crash there whenever I liked. There's just no going back after that.<br><br>
I liked the straightforwardness of things: he didn't try to schmooze his way into my pants. My experience with the 25+ crowd has been that they're past the ridiculous judgments and sex bargaining. If I had just wanted to regularly fuck a 19 year old with no strings, it would have been a mess.<br><br>
That's not to say that there was never any drama with older guys...<br>
More on that, tomorrow.