Sunday, January 9, 2011

My Friend, Mrs Robinson

Recently a close friend of mine started dating not one but two younger men. Not at the same time mind you but in pretty quick succession- these young things like to move fast! I should probably explain their age so you're not picturing her lurking around highschools. Let's just say she would be more likely to find these guys doing a yardy.

As we progress into our twenties, dating younger men is much more common. Possibly because in your teens it could border on illegal but also because younger men hold a certain appeal for twenty something women. They're low maintenance, more fun, less likely to shove a ring in your face too soon or mention potential children after the first date.  However, (by living vicariously through my friend) I have found that relationships with fresher meat can be more fraught with drama than you would think.

Younger men get impressed but just as equally intimidated by an older woman. I joke with my one that I'm a cougar. In reality I'm a month older than him but I was a year above him in school- think how scandalous it would have been if I had been a fifth former dating a forth former?! Ok maybe not the best example. Anywho, for guys it's quite a thrill...to begin with.

You see my friend ended up rubbing one of her young fellas up the wrong way, literally. Everything had been going swimmingly for a few weeks or so (equivalent to a couple months when it comes to relationships with younger men). The pair were acting like innocent youths and taking things slow. A peck on the cheek and holding hands was all the action they were in on, she boasted to me after their two week anniversary.

Ofcourse one day the tension became too much and the inevitable occurred. The next day, Ashton we'll call him, was acting strangely and didn't text my friend for hours (the ultimate snub from the younger male).Naturally she was gutted but all was not lost. Her co worker, a good friend of Ashton's,was able to do what girls do best- dig, pester and nag until they get to the bottom of a male's innermost thoughts.

Turns out that the poor wee fella had been put off by a bit of 'in the moment' back scratching! My friend was mystified, as was I. Surely there was more to it than that. But no, that was it. They haven't really hung out since. He took her overzealousness as a sign of kinkyness and scurried away like a widdle rabbit. I guess it's because the incident hit him where it hurts the most- the nether regions. He obviously felt inexperienced and a man scorned in the bedroom is worse than fifty pre menstrual women in a small room with no air con if you ask me. There is no way that you can say the right thing and make it better.

On the other hand, her second young beau was quite the opposite of Ashton. He can be named Dustin. When asked (hypothetically ofcourse), whether he would mind a few marks on his back, Dustin said he'd suggest swimming to his mates so he could wear them proudly like battle wounds. You see this guy has the opposite problem. Plenty of experience in the sack but virtually none when it comes to treating women as equals. Not that he's an outright chauvinist but until my twenty something friend came into his life he didn't realise he could actually be friends with a girlfriend. Who would have thought that females can converse, have fun and entertain just like men do?! Crazy.

Ofcourse you would think he would fall head over heels and by the sounds he kind of has. BUT his years of single sex highschool education and silly teenage girls who think a date happens at 2am on a Saturday morning (in his bed) have scarred this young man. He is a complete and utter commitment phobe. My friend hasn't proposed marriage or mentioned kids. She just wanted a monogamous relationship- it was like she had suggested World War Three.

So it seems that dating younger specimens can be a minefield for twenty something women. It turns out that men on the cusp of the age where long term relationships are the norm, happen to be the most neurotic beings out there. Makes us women look completely level headed- which we all know isn't always the case when it comes to relationships.

I have a new found respect for Demi Moore.


Monday, January 3, 2011

The C word

A while back I wrote a blog about how I've become more health conscious as a twenty something. There was also talk of a half marathon that I was training for. This entry was followed by some serious blog neglect. I should probably fess up now and admit that the half marathon never eventuated. Well that's not entirely true, the half marathon happened- I just wasn't in it. Oops.

It was a busy month okay. The pressure of the approaching silly season got to me. I wasn't feeling very well. My dog ate my....shoes? No excuse really makes up for it. It was really just a motivation fail on my behalf. So on that note, I thought it would be timely to confess my sin when the subject of New Years resolutions is on everyone's lips.

Personally I'm not a huge believer in making major commitments whilst under the influence. Sure I've done it but I don't fool myself into thinking that I'll actually stay true to my word. Often I'll make plans with people for Sunday on Saturday night and not keep them. Even simple brunch dates have been bailed on. How then am I supposed to make a potentially life changing decision on the one day of the year where it's ok to drink like a fish and ignore all responsibility?!

Hopefully I'm not the only one out there who struggles with the concept of New Years resolutions. I guess you could argue it's the right of a twenty something. Commitment of any kind is a struggle but that's the beauty of the age right? The mere fact that we don't absolutely have to commit ourselves to anything is pretty choice.

Funny really that I'm so pessimistic about resolutions when I have managed to successfully keep one made last New Year. Although to be fair the resolution was actually made for me by someone else. Up until the first of January 2010 I used to occasionally indulge in the odd ciggy. This was only ever under the influence of a few wines but that is probably the lamest reason there is to excuse it.

Luckily for me Tom- the boyfriend- a) finds smoking repulsive and b) knows how I tick. From what I remember the whole resolution came about as kind of a dare. Tom reckoned I couldn't do it so naturally I had to prove him wrong. Which so far I have. Yay for me I suppose but Tom really deserves the credit. I've never actually come up with my own resolution and stuck to it.

This could be the year. The year that I make a resolution for myself and keep it... although I still haven't decided on it yet. I don't really want to set myself up for disappointment (the half marathon fail stung enough) but really, what are we without goals? Oh that's right, procrastinators. Which as we all know is a major symptom of twenty something syndrome.

So I guess the question is, are you going to break the mould and decide to do something good for yourself or deny yourself something bad this year? Let's face it, under the influence of certain substances you probably have already said you will but the real question is, will you embrace the c word (commitment) and stick with it longterm?

Hmm. Maybe I'll commit to more Sunday brunch dates.

Happy New Year!