(I’m a bit hesitant to post this so soon after evil V-Day (apologies to those who celebrate, but if you’re single, it pretty much is, ya know?). There’s actually no relation, first draft was done in Mid-January. Ah, well…)
For most of my time on the planet (well, past puberty, anyway), I’ve always found members of the opposite sex who were pretty close to my age to be the most attractive.
Admittedly, that’s no great revelation, is it? I mean, duh right? What you may or may not find unusual is that I usually tended not only to prefer who were my age, but often skewed 4 or 5 or so years older. Although it made me a bit of an odd duck amongst the guys in some ways (that’ll happen when one is 18 and making eyes at a 25 year old (“Duuuuude! She’s almost thirty!)), it didn’t bug me, as most of my truly close friends tended to be a few years older anyway. This we mostly explained through the whole only-child thing: I was used to hanging out with adults when I was a kid, so when I was in college and my twenties, I naturally gravitated towards older friends and older (if you will) women. My fellow freshmen didn’t hold my interest.
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