By Lynn of Old, My Ass
I’d show you a real photo of the two young pups I came across last month, but Uncle Sam might object. Just know that they are the few, the proud, the Marines that I met at a recent holiday party. And one of them — believe it or not — showed an interest in me. ME! A woman nearly twice his age! And he wasn’t even drunk, either!
Now, I’m not one who usually goes after younger men. It just feels–well–predatory to be flirting with a man/guy/boy/kid who could easily be my own son. But can I help it if he was drawn to me like a moth to a flame –or more like a moth to an old sweater?
When we were introduced, I felt SOMETHING. Slightly muted, but it was there. Chemistry, perhaps, smothered in a few coats of dust. But he was so YOUNG, so adorable, so buff, and I was so, so . . . SO not going there!
We started talking about little things and quickly discovered that we had a lot in common. Like a love for David Sedaris and Sean Hannity. I liked his confidence, his strength. (We arm-wrestled. He won.) His patriotism and how resolute he was about defending our country. And yes, I was attracted to his boyishness, too. I now understand why older men go after younger women: it makes them feel younger; it takes them back to a time when life was far less complicated. I felt that way that night — young and somewhat carefree.
Where were the guys like this when I was in MY 20s? Guys around whom I feel beautiful, intelligent and interesting.
Apparently, not even born yet.
It was a strange, awkward and wonderful dance of emotions that night. It ended sweetly, with a kiss on my cheek. He and his best buddy in the photo were going to be shipped off to Afghanistan soon. I’m worried for them. Their specific assignment in the Marines makes them the second most shot-at target on the battlefield.
He promised that when he returns, “I will track you down and give you the biggest kiss ever!” I’m blushing, but I plan to hold you to that, Soldier.
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