I spent a year dating a man 20 years older than me when I was 25. Prior to the Older Man, I’d never ever experienced a relationship with some body of a notably various age—older or over my lab station, so in a way this felt long overdue younger—but I had spent my adolescence fantasizing about my teachers bending me. The Older guy had been also my editor, which included an electrical instability into the mix—a dynamic everyone knows could be equal components problematic and irresistible.
Individuals raise their eyebrows at relationships with an important age space: If you’re the older guy, you’re creepy and exploitative; you’re both of those things plus delusional about your shelf life if you’re the older woman. Continue reading “Why Dating Some Body Older Isn’t Constantly Such an idea that is bad”