When I began my journey of dating older men (same time I began dating men per se), some good friends warned me of one thing that came with dating such individuals - with age comes baggage. And we're not just talking about the Louis Vuittons, Hermeses, Pradas, and such. We're talking more of formed biases, aged opinions, stubborn stands, mostly emotional in nature.
Earlier, I thought about this as I break-off a nuisance online "friendship" (using it for lack of a better term, since I wouldn't consider this character a friend even) and it hits me. My bag's filling up. Over breakfast, I take a couple of steps back to see some stuff I have stashed in my emotional bag and to my surprise, the list has grown unassumingly full and bitter with chock-full of dating and relationship details.
Let me share some of them.
1) If I had the power to command Ragnarok/the Apocalypse/end of the world, I'd have it strike Switzerland first for breaking my heart.
2) I will never set foot in Paris, France (I actually have a blacklist for countries/places that broke my heart).
3) Never date a New Yorker.
4) Never date someone from a broken family.
5) Never date someone from a rich family.
6) Never fall in love. Let them fall in love with me (this one my dad taught me).
7) Marry up (this I learned from my boss).
8) Never date anyone from my industry (it's okay to fuck some, just not date them).
I could go on, but really it's not a happy list and I am not particularly jovial about the state of my date-life or absence thereof. And even the prospect of slimming further down and gaining a killer-er bod does help arrest this notion. I learned that although you get more sex prospects, having a tiny waist and six-packs does not get you a boyfriend/husband. Don't get me wrong, I am enjoying this side of the scale. I was merely expressing fact.
But what I am worried of is growing into a bitter old fag who can't even fake a smile because even his lips are held down by over-packed bitter baggage. Six-pack and all.
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