What’s with the current explosion of cute looking guys on my TV and why are they all so bloody young? Or is it that I’m getting old? I was watching Hollyoaks earlier and sighing over the beautiful, brooding Callum played by Laurie Duncan. Imagine my surprise to realise he’s only 20. 20!! Practically a baby, which is a shame as he has probably the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen. Or cheeky Eastenders chappy, Tyler Moon played by Tony Discipine who is sadly only 23. Swoon. If they were a few years older, I so would.
I’m not a One Directioner or whatever their fans call themselves, that’s going a little too young for me. I mean, thirty-something women lusting after 17 year old boys seems a bit off. If it were the other way round, people would be up in arms screaming ‘paedo’ in their faces. Which leads me to think, what’s my age cut off? My mild dalliance last year (as referred to in my ‘Take a Hint!’ post) was 24 years old and seemingly mature. I didn’t have a problem with it at first – age is nothing but a number according to the late great Aaliyah. Or is it?
I normally go for men who are a few years older, if not the same age, because they have a little life experience. They’ve done the twenties thing and can tend to hold a conversation. My issue with younger men is that they can get really clingy and, more importantly, no matter how much they’ve ‘lived’, there’s a whole lot more ‘living’ to do. My dalliance last year, we’ll call him Mr Clingy, had done the sleeping around in droves. My number is a mere 5. His – high 50’s. Shocking, I know. He’d done the binge drinking to the point of almost killing his liver. He was at the age where he ‘thought’ he wanted to settle down. On paper, this was good. He was sweet, he was sensitive.
He had no real life experience. He was still studying and had never had a real, grown up job. In fact, he’d told me he admired me because I had a real, grown up job. He was living on his parents money – study money, rent money, spending money, everything, and this bothered me. And, one thing I’ve learnt from my last relationship is that the saying ‘people change’ is very true indeed. I’ve spent every year of my twenties in a relationship and even though I loved my ex with a sometimes incomprehensible passion, I can see how much we both changed. Your twenties should be the time you make your mistakes. You sleep with unsuitable people, you get stupid drunk, you travel, you gather life experiences. I don’t want to be with someone who’s going through these life changes now. I want to be with someone who’s already done it. Can you really see me out in some high street getting pissed off my nut with a bunch of 20 year olds? No thank you. And yes, I am hypocritical because there’s a ton of things I never got the chance to do until now, but that’s not the point.
I don’t understand the sudden increased popularity for all things cougar related. In my experience, sex with a young ‘un isn’t even that great. Call me deluded but I’d rather have technique over stamina any day. So, while I can appreciate the influx of hot young eye candy, I’d rather go for someone a little more worldly.