I learned this from experience, but also from Ludacris.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.
" except for aging pageant queens and John Mellencamp. I know this because I once worked with a 42-year-old man who was skipping his daughter’s birthday because "she’ll have one every year, but you never know when they’re going to shut down Burning Man for good."True, another factor is judgment from other people, who may see a 44-year-old going to dinner with a 25-year-old and make judgments about which one of them is drowning in student loan debt.
If only I could tell them how many broke, destitute middle-aged guys I’ve slept with, and challenge their ugly stereotypes.
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.
I think we can all agree that this is stupid and move on.