Don’t get me wrong; I make my fair share of cougar jokes.
I likely acknowledge and discuss our age difference way more than necessary, but after writing and doing on-air segments about dating and relationships for years, I know one needs to just own their situation, no matter what it may be. So what’s it like dating a guy who’s eight years my junior? Since I freelance, I used to spend endless hours, seven days a week, sitting in front of my laptop, pitching and writing articles and reading tons of online articles to keep up.
Or when women (and men, so many men) in my age bracket raise their eyebrows with an impressed look in their eyes, because my 6-foot-2 boyfriend may be young, but he’s also a head turner.
He’s fun, flirty, and easy on the eyes, he brings out the innocence and youth in me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My bringing it up on my own sort of cuts off the questions everyone wants to ask anyway. Yes, his stamina is exactly what you’d expect from a 20-something male, and yes, it works. Now, I’ve learned to balance my work life and my personal life.
I don’t mean “old” as in aged, but old as in best version of you. Any good relationship should do this, regardless of age. Let go of your inhibitions and run around a bit with an energetic 24- or 31-year-old, and what you may discover is that the world feels a little bigger, and the night a lot younger.
It’s refreshing going to nightly events having him by my side.
He isn’t jaded and doesn’t walk into a party with preconceived notions or judgments or expectations on anyone in my industry, so I get to see people I’ve known for years anew.
A handful of the women set to be at the event are married to men in their later 40s who are on their second marriages, with a few kids in the bag.
How would this pretty young thing fit into this scene in the reel that is my life?