Cradle Snatching

Tuesday July 28th, 2009

I have come to the wise conclusion that it's probably not the best decision for me to date younger men. Granted there are younger men who are wise beyond their years, the younger men I have dated give toddlers a bad name.

I recently dated a "man" (I use that term very loosely), who was 3 yrs younger than me. All was well in the beginning. It seemed like we would make it through. Everything was rosy and happy go lucky. I looked forward to hearing from him. The sound of an incoming text message, the special ringtone I had set specifically for him gave me butterflies. I looked forward to the next time I would spend quality time with him; see him; touch him; hear his voice; immerse myself in his captivating aura. I was smitten. Age was just an irrelevant number.

In the early stages of any of my relationships, my men can do no wrong. However, eventually I begin to notice their shortcomings. In most cases I am able to compromise, and accept them for who they are, (flaws and all), but some issues simply can't be overlooked.
My "man-boy" was beginning to work my last nerve. I felt like I had acquired an unwanted child; a son I had never wanted, the annoying little brother I never had; the pesky neighborhood kid who wouldn't leave me alone. I was tempted to smack him upside the head!

He was so inappropriate. He had a neanderthal way of thinking. I can't tell you how often I cringed at the garbage that would emanate from his mouth. He didn't know what it was to treat a woman with respect. Women were a feat to be conquered; a means by which he could score more brownie points with his little friends. I suffered embarrassment of unknown measure when out in public with him. Oh how many times I wished the ground would open up and engulf me. His behavior was exasperating!
His confidence level was grossly lacking, as evidenced by his possessive nature. He wanted to know what I did, at all times. Soon the text messages I had once looked forward to began to irritate me. "What are you doing?" "Who are you with?" "Any men there with you?" "Don't lie to me, how many guys are with you?"....a few of the messages I would be bombarded with hourly. When I told him off, he would sulk for hours. He was too childish for my liking. I'm sorry, babysitting doesn't come with this package.

When I finally dumped him, his pride was obviously hurt. He went about smearing me, dragging my name in the dirt, hurling insults; basically the stuff grade school break-ups are made of. Insert soap opera drama here.

Looking back now, I wonder what I saw in him. Why did I stay with him for several months? That's the $ 63,000 question. My behavior can only be explained by a temporary case of insanity. I can't believe I was with him for as long as I was. Golly! At this point in my life, cradle snatching is a path I don't want to go down again any time soon. There may be younger men who are mature but I'm not a gambler. That's not a risk I desire to take. Once bitten, twice shy.

Now thirty years into the future, I may be singing a different tune. I will not mind a young tender-roni:-) Can you say cougar!...

SoulSistah09

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