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Numbers nonsense

16 Apr

I have a confession. I’m a cougar. Well, not a cougar really. Maybe a puma? No, not really a puma.

I don’t know why I am having this conflicted conversation with myself.

I am dating a younger man. Yes, much younger. Much younger to me any ways.

The night we met, he thought I was 24 (I was 29) and I thought he was 28 (he was 25). We figured it out eventually, but both of us definitely had skewed initial ideas about the other’s age.

He is pretty darn awesome. I’m not going to pass up a great guy like this just because of a little thing like a number. Plus, he is very handsome. I’m older, but still shallow.

When he turned 26 in October, it was nice being able to say that we were only 3 years apart, but then last week, I turned 30, an age I had never dreaded until the day he said, “Hey, after next week we’ll never both be in our 20s again.” Great. He’ll still be in his 20s for almost four more years. I feel so old!

The boy has stepped it up, I’ll give him that. Seeing as how he has never dated anyone before over the age of 23, I am ancient. This is both a plus and a minus for him. On one hand, I am pretty clear about what I want and need. On the other hand, I am pretty clear about what I want and need. Plus doing something as minor as cooking him dinner was a big deal at first (what kind of girls was he dating?!).

We started dating at the beginning of last summer- a time I can usually “hang” a lot better than in the winter months. In the winter, I like to be cozy on the couch and be home before its impossible to find a taxi in the cold- you know, I’ve got some years on me. He soon found this out. Luckily, he is okay with making some lifestyle concessions for me. Hey, we all have to grow up someday, right? Age is just a number, anyways.

How do you feel about dating out of your immediate age group?

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Another piece of cake please

1 Apr

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I was born on April Fool’s Day 30 years ago. This also happened to be the day after my grandfather’s birthday. So, when my mom went into labor, she was sitting at his celebration dinner just wrapping up the meal. Her mother, my grandmother, tried to convince her to stay for the cake.

I think this explains a lot about me. I love to be in the mix of things. I always stay for the cake… I’m never quite sure if what I have is enough. I always want “another.”

I went to 3 different colleges. I had 4 majors. I moved from Massachusetts to Florida to Massachusetts to Florida to Massachusetts (seriously). I just couldn’t figure out what was missing.

At age 30 I have finally figured out the secret to just being content. For one of few times in my life, I’m not looking for “another.” I am happy with what I have- amazing relationships with amazing people. That’s all that really matters when it comes down to it. Although, I’ll likely still strive for a bit more here and there… you can’t choose who you are at the core.  And let’s face it, I’ll also have another piece of cake.

Happy Birthday to me!

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