25 year difference
Once, when I was 22, this guy who was 47 chatted me up on this social networking site. I was bored and my roommate dared me, so I went and hung out with him. We played chess in the park at the giant chess sets they had at Place Neuve. (I lost) Then we got dinner at a Swiss knock off of KFC. I wasn't abducted, and I wasn't swept off my feet. I think we both knew quite quickly that this was an absurd pairing. And I, for the first time, found smoking to be incredibly unsexy--more than unsexy. Like this dude was a cautionary tale of how smoking ages you prematurely. He looked 47. While he chewed on the tab of a soda can, I overheard a boisterous woman say she was from Chicago, and I instantly knew I wanted her to adopt me. Alexandre went on about Malta or Mallorca and about something to do with insurance sales and formerly being kicked off the networking site we had met on for trying to solicit sales or whatever, while I silently worked up the nerve to talk to my future adoptive mother. I finally got up and spoke to her and she was everything I hoped. She even gave me a flyer to her gospel show and told me to bring my friend, while giving him a skeptical side eye. Nope, Alexandre was not invited. I folded the flyer and put it in my purse. We later left and A said he would be in touch. I hoped he wouldn't, and he wasn't. But in all fairness, as old a 22 I was, he was an old 47, and while I enjoyed the chess, that was the end of the road. But I did go to the gospel concert, where I serendipitously met, for a second time, the man I thought I was dreaming of. He was great, but we didn't get married either. So this isn't really about my date with a man older than my mom, but more a story about how I lived a little and how that small attempt at living turned into a greater one--all of which, I suppose, served minuscule purpose in the grand scheme of my life, but are a little reminder that stepping out of your comfort zone is always worth it, even if it's just for the story 😏
