Ronnie Wood, 67, Sally Humphreys, 36
I’ve been in a May-December relationship for the past 4 1/2 years.
Like other relationships over the course of my lifetime, it has its ups and downs.
The fact that my girlfriend is, let’s just say, decades younger does not mean that I’m hoarding a slave, manipulating and controlling a psychiatric outpatient, or buying pills for a dependent drug addict.
It may be the other way around, but I digress.
I’m in a relationship with someone much younger than myself because someone I happened to find attractive felt the same way.
There are so many misconceptions to blatant prejudice based upon ignorance and/or projection tied to insecurity, mostly on the part of older women who consider this sort of thing a sacrilege, and therefore, grounds for open season.
But as you’ll see, I’ve also dated “age-appropriate.”
When I was 18 years old, my girlfriend was 17, and yet we still broke up after a couple of months!
When I was 28, my girlfriend was 19. We lasted a year and a half.
By the time I reached 45, my 30-year-old girlfriend and I lasted two and a half years!
As you can see, there was clearly a correlation between age disparity and perpetuity.
As the article points out, guys like me never feel our age, so maybe we all come to a place of acceptance where we learn to embrace who we really are, and allow ourselves to be hunted down like dogs and held hostage by beautiful young women.
You can think of it as a disability if it makes you feel better.
Do I feel exploited? Yes.
Have my urges obliterated all semblance of reason? Yes.
Am I complaining? No.
I’ve learned that how I feel inside my skin eventually manifests externally.
Thus, I’m still in my 20’s along with my girlfriend.
Finally, I learned the true meaning of acceptance, and so should you.