Age Ain't Nothin' But a Number

When I was just a mere child growing up in a small town, I was always fascinated by folks and kids that were older than me. I think the fascination was mainly because I thought they knew more and were much cooler than kids my age. My best friend at the time, Celine, was 2 years older than me. She always had the cooler toys, the cooler clothes and knew and played with the older/cooler kids. Since I was her best bud, she always included me. Not to say that I didn't have friends my age, I did, but I didn't find them as fun or interesting than those older kids.

Ah, the dating age. I remember my first date. I was in 7th grade and he was a 9th grader. I remember thinking how damn cool I was, dating an 'older' man. I couldn't wait to get to that CYO (catholic youth organization) dance to show him off. Much to my surprise, the other girls my age didn't think I was all that cool. In fact, they called me a slut. I didn't care though, I chalked it up to them being jealous that they couldn't get an older guy to date.

As I grew older and dated men both my age and older, I still found that I was more attracted to men that were older than me. My first serious relationship was with a guy 7 years older than me. I was 19, he 26. He was the first guy I ever had sex with. Being raised in a strict catholic household, I was always taught that when it came to sex, the girl just laid there while the guy planted his seed and then it was over. Well let me tell ya, that's NOT was it was like at all. Mom lied, but I wasn't about to tell her so. This guy led me to my first orgasm, orally, which completely blew my mind and then was extremely gentle when it came to planting his seed. From there on out, I was addicted. I wanted to find out all there was to know about sex. I went to the library and spent countless hours reading and would sneak sex books into my house and hid them in my 'Sunday only shoes' box. It was like I couldn't get enough. I remember when I'd spend entire days with my guy, having him get me off each and every time we made love...with him being older, I thought he knew all there was to know about sex. Boy, was I wrong. But wherever he is now, I must thank him, for he was the one who made me look at sex as not a 'bad' thing.

To me though, age is nothin' but a number. It's what in your heart and head that matter most to me. I've been married to a wonderful man for 20 plus years, who is 15 years older than me. Co-workers of his have reminded him on occasion of how he robbed the cradle when he hooked up with me. He just smiles and says, "Mmm, I know." Some of my friends and even family have asked me why I chose a man so much older than me. I tell them all the same thing. It's not his age that matters to me. It's how he treats my daughter and I. How he believes in my hopes, and dreams and desires and tries his heart out to fulfill them all. I'm in love with HIM, not his age. To me, it wouldn't matter if he was 80 or 20. I had one friend make a comment to me once regarding his age and his performance in bed. She went on to inform me that once a guy gets older,(like past 50) he's not as likely to 'get it up' as often as I may want. Not because he doesn't want to, but due to his 'age' he can't. Well let me tell ya, I can honestly say, that I've never had a problem with my hubby in that department. He may be 59, but he can still rock my world and make my legs feel weak and wobbley the next morning..and do it whenever I want it. ;)