When it comes to May-December romance, I’m about as intimately acquainted with it as Mr. and Mrs. Kutcher.
My first two boyfriends were 16 years older than me. And my late and much-loved parents (who adored each other) had a 25-year age difference between them.
For as much, though, as I’ve always been and continue to be drawn to older men, I know the May-December dynamic isn’t for everyone. And that in some cases, it’s downright creepy.
Take, for example, the sixty year old guy who recently emailed my 25-year-old friend Diana through a dating site -- eight times. In his ninth attempt to make contact, he asked why she wasn't responding to his messages.
“Sorry,” she said politely. “I think our age difference is too steep and I'm just not interested. Thanks, though, and good luck!"
His response, as another friend of mine quipped, suggests he hasn’t dealt with rejection since the Reagan years--
“I'm surprised that someone who claims to be so sweet would make a nasty, gratuitous comment like that. A simple no would have been fine. That comment was very nasty for no reason. But I feel better as I never want to be with a mean person and that was, needlessly, mean. I bet I still see your [profile] for a long time.”
I guess even among the AARP set, ettiquette is fleeting in cyberspace.
Up next…drinks with a member of NY’s Finest and Single Gal In The City--the book?