Thirty something dating a tweenty something
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We both teach class from six to nine PM at The School of Visual Arts. The place is pretty mediocre, but they do have really good hummus. She was full of life, talkative, energetic, and she looked good. Last night, I was on my way to meeting some friends downtown when I randomly ran into a girl I once went on a couple dates with. As he was putting on his jacket to leave, he goes up to her, gently sets his hand on her shoulder, and says, “I just want to tell you that you have beautiful eyebrows.” He continues quickly, “And the only reason I can even tell you something like that is because I’m leaving right now and you won’t think I’m hitting on you.” Before she could even say “thank you” he promptly exits, leaving her unexpectedly blushing, smiling, and laughing. If I’m thinking about other women, then something must be wrong.
Tim kept talking about how great my mood was, how lively I seemed, and how this made him feel closer to me. I was wearing bright blue pants, tan boots and a loose sheer white tee. When we were outside waiting for a cab, I tried to be flirtatious with him, but he seemed distant, and we parted ways. Tim became worked up about it, he is concerned about coming off as the “bad guy.” I often feel as if I am walking on egg shells around him, which can be stressful. I’m happy I’ve stayed in touch with almost all my ex-boyfriends. However, I felt guilty about texting her and I stopped the conversation. She had dark Persian features, and the two of them were having a lively conversation. It reminds me of an old Chris Rock joke where he says, “Men don’t settle down, they surrender.” Is there anything that you want to do differently?
Taylor Swift seems to understand that some of us long for something more: "I go on too many dates," she sings.
"But I can't make them stay."My serial dating began a few years ago when I was living in Portland and decided to join Ok Cupid.
He turned out to be what I have since come to know as a certain L. "type": a rich, white "artist." He spoke loudly and condescendingly to the bartender, who didn't speak English very well, and then decided we would switch locations, moving us to a nearby, rather inconspicuous bar, where he made inappropriate jokes with guys selling marijuana candies. And yet he seemed completely taken with me, texting and calling, over and over. Sometimes I would run into him and his equally attractive friends at art shows; his greetings were always cursory. After a few months of friendship, we ran into each other at a party in Koreatown and slipped into a period of romantic bliss.