I would have been less surprised if he revealed a meth addiction.My problem wasn’t my own feelings about dating someone old enough to have partied at Studio 54 (although David would be quick to point out it wasn’t really cool by the time he was old enough to). Years passed before I told my mom and siblings David’s exact age..action_button.action_button:active.action_button:hover.action_button:focus,.action_button:hover.action_button:focus .count,.action_button:hover .count.action_button:focus .count:before,.action_button:hover .count:bullet.
So when one of my friends suggested a girl’s vacation at a new hotel on the Strip, I was excited.I packed my book and looked forward to a pre-club nap by the pool.The real challenge between us isn’t day-to-day stuff but grimmer, long-term things I ponder while nursing our 1-year-old to sleep at night. I’ll never have the luxury of imagining us expiring side-by-side, “Notebook”I focus on the perks of having an older partner: David is smarter and more worldly than any man I’ve previously dated and he’s more established – it’s nice being 29 and not having to make mortgage payments. Four years have passed since I left my job and friends in Vancouver and impulsively moved to Las Vegas to be with David.The desert air hasn’t helped my rapidly wrinkling skin and, between the two of us, the cruel lottery of genetics awarded me the lion’s share of gray hair.Having two kids makes you look like you served back-to-back presidential terms.
Marrying someone who has moved on from bars to bird watching is prematurely aging me, I concluded.
After he dropped me off that night, I called my friend back in Vancouver, where I was living at the time.“He’s old! “He has tournament cashes from the ’80s.”“That can’t be right,” I told her.
“He’s definitely no older than 35.”I grew up in a small forestry and farming town in Saskatchewan, the bowels of which are commonly referred to as Canada’s fly-over provinces. Outdoor manual labor has left you wrinkly, mortgage and ATV payments have broken your youthful spirit, and your wardrobe consists of sweatpants because eight months of the year, you are dashing from your house to your truck to avoid the cold. When I finally asked him how old he was on our second date, he told me he was 39.
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I’ve never pinpointed a precise number for my dad, and he’s either too polite or too uncomfortable to ask.