What is it about older men dating younger women? We women of a certain age are sexy. And interesting, experienced, bright, funny, and did I mention, we’ve very very sexy.
We bring a hellova lot to the party.
We might not be as toned as we were a couple of years ago and maybe we have a few wrinkles (just a few, dammit) but god we have so much else. We’re sexually aware and uninhibited. We know what we want and we’re not scared to go after it.
So what is it with men? My best friend is dating a girl twenty years younger than him and it makes me crazy. I mean, I really like her, but – twenty years younger – it’s insane.
I come across this often. The older man seeking an ‘attractive young woman’.
I think older men want someone who will remind them that they are still breathing. Stroke there ego. Tell them they are fantastic in bed. Give them back their power when they make a younger woman come.
And it does go the other way too. A lot of young women quite like the idea of an older man. And this is not always about love or mutual connection. I think it’s about money and power which are both really appealing.
A man who can provide financial stability, pay for overseas tickets and keep a woman in a constant supply of French underwear and champagne can be kind of hard to resist.
In other words, a Sugar Daddy is fabulous!
I try and embrace my age. With age comes a certain confidence as well as a sense of adventure. We lose a lot of fear as we get older and are more willing to explore new things.
But we’re also aware we need to look after ourselves, work out, keep trim and healthy.
Which is why I go to the gym.
I spend a lot of time in the sauna where between sweating and death everyone talks. It’s a great way to get to know people.
Yesterday I was chatting to a young man. It was fun and we sorted out the South African education system, compared our favourite single malts and even flirted a little. I didn’t think of it as flirting though, but when we were walking out he asked for my number.
I choked. He was in his twenties.
When I said ‘no’ it was mostly because I was in shock and didn’t want to be seen as a cougar. And because I have been so judgemental about older men. And younger women. And everyone else.
But mostly because it terrified me. This young guy. With his man bun. Firm muscles. And gorgeously sculpted six pack. And what he might think of my not so perfect body.
Anyway. He persuaded me. He wouldn’t listen to my thing of ‘age’ and ‘what will we talk about’ because he reminded me we’d spent half an hour in the sauna and hadn’t stopped talking. He also told me I had fabulous legs.
So I said yes. And we’re going out tonight. And I’m very very nervous. I’ll let you know how it goes, dear Reader. Every single detail. Unless it turns out he’s a friend of one of my children.
In which case, I’ll be dead.