Like height or body type, age is one of those strange things about a person that we know they can’t help, but nevertheless handily use to write them off.
If you dismiss people because of their personalities or because you’re on some kind of baby-making timetable, fine, fair enough.
I don’t have to tell you that the only people who get to decide whether you’re enjoying each other as people are you and your dinner companion.
Given the opportunity, your friends and strangers will judge you for being out with somebody who is too fat, too thin, to short, too Asian, too a stripper, whatever.
This kind of culling is even easier now that dating sites let us whittle our options down to the year.
I contend that as long as nobody is being willfully creepy (I see you, guys in Ferrari hats), this kind of limitation is mega lame.
When you completely remove personality and individual experience from the equation and rely exclusively on stuff like "young," "blue eyes," and "no glasses," you end up with Robert, that weirdo in the beret.
Forget about other people, money, and the looming specter of death. If we start writing people off based on this completely arbitrary Z-factor, we’re really going to end up forcing a lot of conversation with a lot of boring, age-appropriate dullards.
The idea that young people like older people because of the financial security is irritating.
From a sexual attraction standpoint, I challenge you to stand me shirtless next to Sophia Loren in Look, Steely Dan probably couldn’t talk at all to "Hey Nineteen" because they admittedly had "nothing in common." Not because she was too young to name an Aretha Franklin song (which, like, come ON, Steely Dan); the idea that people are what pop culture references they know reduces falling in love to trading trivia. A lot of women have told me they won’t date younger men because of maturity issues, and that’s probably where the idea of a prohibitive "age gap" comes into play for a lot of people.
As anybody who’s ever had to play "What are your top five favorite movies? A fantastic woman several years my senior recently told me I should only date older men, because even though I’m 28, "being in your twenties is a form of functional retardation." I think there’s a grain of truth there, if only because I don’t know anybody who looks back and thinks, "Man, how awesome was I in my twenties?
And on the other hand, unless you’re going out with somebody she’s young, I don’t think it’s cause for judgment.
Being predatory is just plain gross on either side of the equation, either from young people looking to trade sex for free Hulu Plus, or old people suffering conversation with somebody who for the relative elasticity of their genitals.
I know many smoking-hot middle-aged people who are emotional teenagers.