The perils of dating older women.

It's no secret that I like the older ladies. They've got the whole experience and maturity level thing going on that their younger counterparts just don't have. I've always been that way since I was 17 and had a 24 year old "girlfriend". After that, the other girls my age just seemed like children to me. That and the fact that I hated every fucking stuck up bitch in my shithole high school with the burning passion of a billion suns!!!!! But I digress....



Our story begins on the eve of 2001 or was it 2002, ah...who gives fuck. Anyway, I was at some jackass's New year's party having a grand ol' time...though I wasn't actually invited by him, I tagged along with a mutual friend so he can kiss my ass!

Later on I met this incredible younger girl in her early twenties. Now usually I don't bother with broads this young because I get this incredible urge to punch them in the face after hearing them drone on and on about nothing in that unbearable high squeaky voice! UGH! This one was different, however. She actually had SOMETHING to say and she articulated it very well! Her voice was in a normal pitch so I didn't experience any nose bleeds which is always cool. We ended up talking for hours, not even noticing when 02 or 03 came along. There was a huge amount of chemistry between us and there were few awkward pauses. She turned out to be an graduate student from Georgia Tech who was visiting family in K-town for the holidays. She also went to the same high school I did, but I forgave her.



Alright after a whole lotta yappin', it was time to go our separate ways and after we exchanged numbers, she mentioned something about her family and showed me a couple of pictures. Well after shuffling through them for a bit, I came across a photo that made my heart skip about a dozen beats and drained all the color from my face. It was an image of a of her and her mother in the typical Olan Mills wooden pose portrait only one thing was different.... I used to date her mother. Yep, that's right... I had a brief yet pretty intense "casual" relationship with her mom several years earlier! Of course I managed to keep the poker face intact and didn't tell her the revelation. I'm sure she would find out for herself and I knew this would be the last time I would see this girl.

I can see the scenario now when she got home:

Daughter: "Mom! I met this really cool guy tonight"

Mom: "Really, honey?"

Daughter: "Yeah! We talked about everything and we had so much in common! He's not like all those other jerks. He was a really nice guy and we talked for hours!"

Mom: "Wow, he sounds great! What's his name?"

Daughter: "His name is Vincent _______"

Mom: "!!!?"



Well, just to make sure I left 2 messages on her voice mail that were never returned... I wonder why? I'm sure she would enjoy all the stories about how her mother likes to be slammed against the wall and called a "fucking bitch" when I'm banging her from behind or the way she loved to talk shit when.... well, you get the idea. Oh well... I guess that's the chance you take when you date older women in a relatively small city... you might run into their kids!



Sometimes I think about what could've been.... then I start thinking about her mother... I think I still have her number laying around somewhere...hmm....