Older men and somesuch.
Something I have been thinking about recently, especially as I make the transition from college to home for the summer: What is the basis for my (nearly exlusive) mutual attraction to older men?
I'm almost tempted to poll the audience. Siena, my former roommate, chalked it up to my maturity level, as did my best friend Alex. I'm hesitant to go with such an easy answer. I've always been attracted to older men, at least since third grade-- though my third grade teacher was gay, so that was a short-lived fantasy. That's not to say I haven't also totally crushed on boys my age. However, when I have made my affections known, I get the same old answer: "You're totally great, really awesome, funny, one of the strongest people I know, but I just don't feel that way". Similarly, only a small little handful of boys my age have been interested in me, and it's always been one-sided (I appreciate it, even if you are throwing a wrench into my research).
On the other hand, I seem to be wearing hunting pheromones or something when it comes to older men. My friends joke about it, see it happen at clubs, in social occasions, the classroom, awkwardly. I feel like the gazelle being picked off the back of the herd.
I'm almost tempted to poll the audience. Siena, my former roommate, chalked it up to my maturity level, as did my best friend Alex. I'm hesitant to go with such an easy answer. I've always been attracted to older men, at least since third grade-- though my third grade teacher was gay, so that was a short-lived fantasy. That's not to say I haven't also totally crushed on boys my age. However, when I have made my affections known, I get the same old answer: "You're totally great, really awesome, funny, one of the strongest people I know, but I just don't feel that way". Similarly, only a small little handful of boys my age have been interested in me, and it's always been one-sided (I appreciate it, even if you are throwing a wrench into my research).
On the other hand, I seem to be wearing hunting pheromones or something when it comes to older men. My friends joke about it, see it happen at clubs, in social occasions, the classroom, awkwardly. I feel like the gazelle being picked off the back of the herd.