Oooo and Ohhh and ahhh! Forced to sit still at the hairdressers, that is when I skim through women’s magazines. This article was about today’s’ excitingly trendy and caressingly blissful couplings between young men and older women.
Ages ago, it had been a beautiful, sparkling, sunny day in Washington DC USA and I was waiting for the bus to Baltimore to meet friends for a weekend picnic at their plush home. A decent young man started a friendly, civil, conversation – he must have been only in his late teens, but was quite purposeful about wanting to see me again on a date. Clearly, I was a professional on a visit to my HQ at the State Department – definitely waaaaay out in his age group, so I felt no more than appreciated and flattered, and determined NOT to divulge how he could contact me.
Several years earlier than the DC encounter, the same thing had happened at an English gray, rainy train station in Reading, Berkshire, UK as I was waiting for a train to take me to an interview at the Far Eastern Broadcasting Corporation. This man was even more insistent and said he would wait for me at the same place the following day. No. I did not DARE to show up! Coward! That’s what my friends called me. What was I afraid of, huh?
Why did I not respond to the invitation of these young men? Well much, much earlier than these encounters, in another country in Asia I had befriended a man with whom I shared common interests in every area in life. He was much, much younger than I was but the rapport between us was both soulfully compelling and magnetically irresistible. The vast differences in our ages proved to be a non-issue to us as we worked together, relaxed together, worshipped together. I was already an established professional – he was on a break to continue his academic studies. What we shared was beyond moral reproach and everyone admitted that we were great together, but the differences in our ages caused bitter division among our colleagues, friends and families. Our Pastor too was caught in the dilemma as some church members felt that the age difference was no barrier, while others thought it was downright scandalous!! Can you imagine the atmosphere around us, of puritanical outrage clashing with romantic sympathy and compassion? Even members of our families were divided with the younger ones delighted at our happiness while the older ones feeling downright embarrassed over our relationship, while remaining supportive of us as individuals. That was very stressful for me as I did not want to be the cause of pain to those I care about. When it inevitably came, the breakup was traumatic and took a very long time to get over.
Many years down the road, I was quite amused this week to read this article about the current trend of blissful couplings between men and the older women of their choice, and why such relationships are so emotionally and physically compatible, and now gaining social acceptance too. Hmmm????!!! It seems that the time has come, when psychological compatibility now outweighs physiological couplings! History trumpets that sexuality knows no age restrictions anyway.
Coincidentally this week, one daughter shocked me a few days ago by saying point blank that its high time I did whatever I believe that makes me happy – actually her words were far more direct – and to just disregard what people around think. The other daughter, actually, had been saying that for years now. Hmmm again.
So the multi-billion $ question is: WHAT would I do? Would I run away again, with my heart thumping in fright? Or look the world in the eye and say ‘Hey it’s MY life, people’ while delicious thoughts tantalize my mind. I’ll just cross that bridge if and when I come to it I suppose. Hmmm???? Hmmm??!! and Hmmm!!!!!
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