He introduced himself and inquired about what we did for a living.When I told him I was a writer, he became intrigued.It seemed as if my friend's instincts were off, I thought. Earlier in our meeting, Bob described moving to the area as a 30-year-old in 1978 – the year I was born.But just as I was about to leave, Bob admitted that he was not that interested in me as a writing coach, but as a romantic prospect. Yet when I rejected him, he looked stung and startled, as though he was completely unaware of our significant age difference.At 33, I found it much harder to meet men than it had been in my early twenties.
Fresh out of high school, my father had been her first kiss, her first sexual experience, her first love.At 20, she had me and for the next three years, my father harassed her over money (she made much more than him); he also let her know that, while she may have had straight As in high school, he, a junior high dropout, was the smarter of the pair.By 24, my mother was divorced and saddled with a kid while my dad returned to being an eligible bachelor who continued dating young adults.(And though he constantly disparaged her for it while they were together, he also grudgingly admitted he chose her for “school smarts", too).Plus, being so young, she was “more likely to put up with him,” he said.However, their age difference could not compensate for my father's insecurity over being with someone who had achieved more academically and professionally than he had.This revelation soured me against dating any man who was more than a few years older. Last year, after a hiatus from online dating, I decided to return.Dating much younger women seems to stem from these men's unhealthy and unrealistic obsession with youth – perhaps a way to stave off fears of their own mortality.In fact, such a lopsided romance is my origin story.He asked whether I ever offered coaching services, so I gave him my card.After we left, my friend warned me I shouldn't have done that.