I got tired of dating younger girls. Don’t get me wrong, they were beautiful, fun, and full of life. But after a while, the constant routine of ice-cream, shawarma, selfies, one club to another, and then at night, plenty knacks, began to wear me out. I like knacks, don’t get me wrong, but guy, I’m a grown man, and I have to go to work in the morning.
I needed a change. I needed my life to have some focus and direction. So, I decided to try women my age. I was a little apprehensive at first, wondering if we’d have anything in common. But boy, was I pleasantly surprised.
I met Linda at a business conference, and we hit it off immediately. We talked about our jobs, our families, and our experiences. We both had children, and we could relate to each other on a level that I had never experienced with a younger woman.
We started dating, and it was refreshing. We went to nice restaurants, talked about life, and even went to the theater. There were no more wild nights out, but that was fine by me. I was finally starting to feel like a grown man.
Linda understood my responsibilities, and she had her own too. We balanced our time together with our careers and our families. It wasn’t always easy, but we made it work. And the best part was that we were building something together, something real.
It’s been a few years now, and Linda and I are still going strong. We’ve had our ups and downs, but we’ve always been there for each other. I’m grateful for the change that dating someone my own age brought into my life. It gave me focus, direction, and a sense of purpose. And most importantly, it gave me Linda, the love of my life.
