When you realize you’re getting old(er)

A week ago I came to the realization that I’m getting old(er). I didn’t realize this because I noticed some gray hair on my chest – though it sure helped. Or because I somehow acted in a mature, responsible way. NO! I realized this because my last fling was with a guy a three years younger than I am and my last short-term-relationship was with a guy a couple of years younger.

“This is nothing” – you say. “Age is only a number!”  – Sure whatever!

See, the thing is I usually go for guys older than I am. My first boyfriend (and long-term-relationship) was with a guy five years older than I was. Fun fact: I was 13 and he was 18. That’s illegal in how many countries? My second boyfriend was closer to my age and there was only a three year age difference. My last boyfriend, however,  is 15 years older than I…