Last
year I dated my first grandpa — a man twelve years my senior.
Since I never had children and plenty of women my age are still
starting families, it’s usually easier for me to think of
myself as belonging to the age group that has
grandparents rather than the one whose members are
grandparents. But the idea that I could meet a man who could
make me an instant (and remarkably young-looking!) grandma
wasn’t even the weird part. The weird part was thinking,
“When did grandpas get so hot?”
With that first grandpa date, I entered yet another new age
of dating. Reality bites: there are more grandpas in my future.
But then, if we’re at it long enough, we all go through a
series of seasons in our dating lives.
Puppy love
Actually, I didn’t get to experience what is arguably the
worst season of dating — the early adolescent stage at which
you’re old enough to date but not old enough to drive. When
your goodnight kisses are stolen in the glare of the headlights
of your father’s car. When Dad’s at the wheel pretending not
to watch.
My first dates, when I was 14, were with an 18-year-old — a
college man, no less — who not only had a license, but also
his own car. My friend, her boyfriend and I caused quite a stir
as the only ones in our class to arrive at the freshman prom in
“our own” car. Your
match is on Match.com