You Should Assume There's a Problem...
... when he's 28 and still single...
Dating an older guy seemed like a fantastic idea because I figured if anything it would be a departure from the wild party boys my age who are still looking to get as much pussy under their belts as possible before settling down. Then I remembered that when I was 20, I dated a guy who was 28 and he was a fucking retard.
While I realize that people hit stages of their lives at different paces (I for example took 5 years, not the expected 4 to graduate college), you should start to get curious when he is 28, lacking a real job, and only now getting into his college career. At least the first guy that age had finished college in his actual college years.
Why so annoyed with this one you might ask? Things were going swimmingly. We'd been seeing eachother a few nights a week and having pretty good (though not my best by far) sex. Talking well, and just generally having a good time. I did however tell him in the beginning that I wasn't going to be anyone's bootycall. I'm over that whole idea. A few broken hearts and a couple of (curable) std's will teach a girl that there is no good way to just have casual sex with someone. I am not ashamed to admit that I have attatched sex and emotion. In fact, I am proud to say that I have attatched them. Well, after three months of fooling around with the new guy, I decided to just bite the bullet and ask him whether or not we were actually dating and if we (and I mean he) are seeing other people. I made it as clear as possible that I was not trying to force things into a relationship (because at that point I wasn't even sure if I myself wanted to get serious with this one), just wanted to know how he saw them at that point in time. I wasn't crazy, I wasn't crying. I was very rational. He, on the otherhand, was not. The kid clammed up as soon as the words came out of my mouth and then he stopped calling, and if I texted with something as simple as "how was your day?" he usually snapped at me.
Really, not looking to marry the kid, at all. It's fair of me to ask such a question because I'm giving him access to my body (which I am quite fond of) and he didn't seem to mind asking me why we can't do riskier stuff (ie: anal and why I won't finish him if I go down. The answer to both questions, though I simply told him I wasn't ready, is that I don't do it for guys I'm not serious about. It's a rare, rare occassion when I find a guy I am willing to be that open in experimenting with though highly experimental by nature. The back door is VIP only, sorry buddy). When he snapped at me yet again a couple nights ago I just got tired of it and called him to ask what the hell got into him. We talked for a bit, and seemed to be on normal terms when we got off the phone. By the end of the next day, I had just decided I was sooooooo over it. I'm girl enough, there doesn't need to be two hormonal bitches in any pair. He does still have my favorite book in the world and dammit, I want it back.
Dating an older guy seemed like a fantastic idea because I figured if anything it would be a departure from the wild party boys my age who are still looking to get as much pussy under their belts as possible before settling down. Then I remembered that when I was 20, I dated a guy who was 28 and he was a fucking retard.
While I realize that people hit stages of their lives at different paces (I for example took 5 years, not the expected 4 to graduate college), you should start to get curious when he is 28, lacking a real job, and only now getting into his college career. At least the first guy that age had finished college in his actual college years.
Why so annoyed with this one you might ask? Things were going swimmingly. We'd been seeing eachother a few nights a week and having pretty good (though not my best by far) sex. Talking well, and just generally having a good time. I did however tell him in the beginning that I wasn't going to be anyone's bootycall. I'm over that whole idea. A few broken hearts and a couple of (curable) std's will teach a girl that there is no good way to just have casual sex with someone. I am not ashamed to admit that I have attatched sex and emotion. In fact, I am proud to say that I have attatched them. Well, after three months of fooling around with the new guy, I decided to just bite the bullet and ask him whether or not we were actually dating and if we (and I mean he) are seeing other people. I made it as clear as possible that I was not trying to force things into a relationship (because at that point I wasn't even sure if I myself wanted to get serious with this one), just wanted to know how he saw them at that point in time. I wasn't crazy, I wasn't crying. I was very rational. He, on the otherhand, was not. The kid clammed up as soon as the words came out of my mouth and then he stopped calling, and if I texted with something as simple as "how was your day?" he usually snapped at me.
Really, not looking to marry the kid, at all. It's fair of me to ask such a question because I'm giving him access to my body (which I am quite fond of) and he didn't seem to mind asking me why we can't do riskier stuff (ie: anal and why I won't finish him if I go down. The answer to both questions, though I simply told him I wasn't ready, is that I don't do it for guys I'm not serious about. It's a rare, rare occassion when I find a guy I am willing to be that open in experimenting with though highly experimental by nature. The back door is VIP only, sorry buddy). When he snapped at me yet again a couple nights ago I just got tired of it and called him to ask what the hell got into him. We talked for a bit, and seemed to be on normal terms when we got off the phone. By the end of the next day, I had just decided I was sooooooo over it. I'm girl enough, there doesn't need to be two hormonal bitches in any pair. He does still have my favorite book in the world and dammit, I want it back.