So, I went to Whiskey Park like a month ago and it was full of lecherous old creepos trying to hit on stick figure 21 year olds.
That said, there was one (count em, ONE) older man there, good looking, salt and pepper hair, my type, well dressed, classy-like..I think he was interested cause he returned my glances but also I think he was afraid to hit on me lest that make HIM one of the lecherous old creepos.
Like many boarding school boys forcibly removed from their mother at an early age, I tended to place women on unfeasibly high pedestals.
With her statuesque figure and alabaster skin, Judith wouldn’t have looked out of place atop a Doric column.
I've just realized that a) I'm attracted to older men and b) the guys my age I get to interact with are still making fart jokes, fear monogamy, and have no idea how to treat a woman.
I'm sure that older men probably make fart jokes, too, but are perhaps likely to refrain from making them, say, in the middle of a nice restaurant.
Or drunken Redsox fans who never grew out of their fratboy years.