
tubbyscubby
@tubbyscubby
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Posted by tubbyscubby
uhm...someone has an oedipus complex.
*coughs*
thanks jason. so you think dude likes me because i remind him of mommy? or that i'm like some sexy dominatrix that will chastise him when he's being a "bad boy?"












































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The show kinda sucked because it primarily featured "couples" that were 15 years or more apart in age and with the exception of the 16 year old, the younger partners were of legal age. In spite of the sensationalism, it got me wondering about the complexities of dating someone younger than myself. Where the elder women/men on the show had already had their families...their "first" ones anyway, I do not and what will this mean if I were to consider dating someone my junior?
The reality is, my clock is ticking. I'm 30 + 3 years old and at some point in the next 5 years or so, I need to pop one out. Although I am sooooooo not pressed about it (kids never leave!), biologically I have to acknowledge the reality of my situation.
The issue is, if I were to date and subsequently marry a man who was my age or at least close to it, there would be a mutual understanding or expectation that we'd have to consider having children within the next 2 years. But what if he's younger? It's one thing for me to date a 30 year old, but a 26 year old? Is he really ready? Hell, I'm not ready so how could he be?
My fear in dating a man who is 5+ years my junior is that I would be thrusting him into a level of responsibility that he may or may not be ready for. Where he may care for me and decided that life is better with me than without me, wouldn't I essentially be robbing him of his youth? Does the very nature of robbing the cradle make me no better than a pervy old man?
On top of that, where I'm not "old," I am different than I was in my 20s. Back in the day, I went to the club on Thursday...and Friday...and Saturday...and occasionally on Sunday (some of my friends are whores). These days you might see me at First Fridays, I might hit up a Happy Hour or two but for the most part, I'm chillin at somebody's home, sippin', maybe smokin'... My point is...