There are some questions you just shouldn’t ask when you
know there’s a possible you won’t like the answer and I made the horrible
mistake of asking one of those questions last night… and shock horror I really didn't like the answer.
Age has always been a big hang up for me, it’s been a deal
breaker in the past. I just don’t date men who are younger than me. It’s so
bad, I've developed this subconscious filter, which tends to weed out younger
men before I even know what’s going on. I won’t know why at first, but my brain
will throw up a random red flag that will just eat at me. 9 times out of 10 it'll turn out that the flag was because he’s younger than me.
Admittedly Mr. Block has thrown up some red flags, but I
assumed that was down mainly to him and the whole blocking fiasco. So when the
gay husband bet me a beer that he was younger than me, I didn't think twice
about taking that bet. I sent him a message and didn't give it another thought.
About 2 hours later, he sent me a message back, I wish I never opened. It tu rns
out the gay husband was right and Mr. Block is indeed younger than me. Be it
only by 7 days, but that’s more than enough to awaken the crazy in me.
I know it’s weird,
and a little crazy, but it bugs me and it’s left me in a strange place because I
really wanted to give him a fair chance despite everything but with this new
information I’m not sure I can.
Let me say this again, I know it’s weird, but you wouldn't be here if I was normal now would you?
Anyways, I'm going to go and try and shut up my brain and
try and work out what I want, if anything. But before I go I'm going to leave
you with this question; does age matter? Let me know your thoughts in the comment
box below and as always stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest Bitch