Today I am bringing controversy to the table. Let us talk about this. I know most of you ladies have dated younger men but you just do not want to talk about it or tell your friends your man’s age.
We were at a media workshop. The conference room was full of males and I was the younger one in my group of ladies. I got the most attention obviously and I loved it. The men in the room are all grown according to body structure and conversations. I was single but not looking although I kept an open mind, we may never know where the heart will go grazing. Throughout the meeting I was sitting alone paying attention to the presenter but my eyes would steal “clips” of one particular gentleman who was sitting across and constantly staring at me and smiling like a fool.
I was doing the registration for the meeting so I was able to see who he was, position at work and contacts. I was preparing myself and thinking “You like what you see” and smiling to myself. After the meeting was over, he came to sit next to me and greet. We talked about silly things and ended up exchanging numbers.
The conversations we had on Whatsapp were decent and matured. I asked him his age and he was older than me obviously. The conversations led to our first date which was absolutely beautiful. He was fun to be with and I like the way I felt around him. We were playful and happy together so I gave it a go. We were both single so why not get together and see where our love would lead us.
We carried on with our relationship, shared so many memories and we had a bond. He would playfully say I want to marry you and I would say “if you know what is good for you, marry me soon.” We would laugh and cuddle, I felt like a little girl floating in those streets of gold in heaven.
He told me he was guilty about something and wanted us to meet in a private place just to talk. I started getting worried and hated the sound of a “private place” because it meant there was more to it than just talk. I arranged that we hang out on a Friday night, take a drive and chill under the stars. It was a hot week so we were not worried about the weather at all.
Friday came and our plan was in action. We met and chilled under the stars, drinking. “I have something to tell you” he said. I told him he could tell me anything. He told me he was scared because it might change the way I see him and our love might just die down. I was seriously getting worried and told him to spit it out. I put my drink on the side and looked straight into his eyes.
He stood up and walked away looking up and said “I am actually not what you think I am, I just can’t keep up with the lie anymore. I am falling in love with you.” I felt my heart beat change and I asked him what was wrong. “I am actually 25 years old.” My jaws dropped I did not know what to say. He was 6 years younger than I was and was pretty good at hiding it. He justified his lie by telling me that he was interested in me and could not miss out on being with me. I asked him if he was aware that now his chances of being with me were slim. He could have just avoided the pain by being truthful, maybe I would have considered him.
I did not know what to discuss with this kid anymore I just told him to grab his things and put them in the car. It was time for me to drop him off before his parents reported him missing. I needed to clear my head and think about all of this. I know some of you will say, it was not true love but I had to do what was right. He was working and stable but too young for me, I would bully him so I needed to do him that favour. I cut off the relationship, the way I saw him had changed. I never pictured myself dating a man/boy that young. He was fun to be with and brought back the naughty little girl in me.
BUT is fun enough?