I see “your age” similar to the dating pool. It grows the older you get. When I was young my brother and his friends were incredibly old. But nowadays they are “my age”. I mean, my wife was literally born four days after my brother. That alone increased “my age”.
And when I look at the other parents I meet at my kid’s schools “my age” is an even bigger group. Add hobbies to that and it’s off the chart.
Oh yeah that’s true as well. Like it’s more accepted when a 60 year old dates a 50 year old than when a 30 year old dates a 20 year old. It’s the same gap, but more frequently seen. That’s the thing with cumulative numbers!! The more they go up the smaller the ll% difference in
My first date was terrible. First, my date was hard to reach. Couldn’t call her up or anything… as she had no phone… So we had to talk the old fashioned way… face to face… and even when I talked to her, she would never reply… like she was giving me the cold shoulder or something… I thought it was because she was shy, and I thought she was sweet at first, but when I reached in the bag, I picked her up and took a bite, I found there was a huge nasty pit in the middle. Then I realized she wasn’t a she, “she” was just an ordinary date. From now on, I’m sticking to prunes!
I see “your age” similar to the dating pool. It grows the older you get. When I was young my brother and his friends were incredibly old. But nowadays they are “my age”. I mean, my wife was literally born four days after my brother. That alone increased “my age”.
And when I look at the other parents I meet at my kid’s schools “my age” is an even bigger group. Add hobbies to that and it’s off the chart.
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Oh yeah that’s true as well. Like it’s more accepted when a 60 year old dates a 50 year old than when a 30 year old dates a 20 year old. It’s the same gap, but more frequently seen. That’s the thing with cumulative numbers!! The more they go up the smaller the ll% difference in
My first date was terrible. First, my date was hard to reach. Couldn’t call her up or anything… as she had no phone… So we had to talk the old fashioned way… face to face… and even when I talked to her, she would never reply… like she was giving me the cold shoulder or something… I thought it was because she was shy, and I thought she was sweet at first, but when I reached in the bag, I picked her up and took a bite, I found there was a huge nasty pit in the middle. Then I realized she wasn’t a she, “she” was just an ordinary date. From now on, I’m sticking to prunes!