Apr 14, 2014
Spring 2001: My Date with the Teen Model
So when I moved to New York in 1997, near my 37th birthday, I assumed that my boyfriends would be in the late 30s - early 40s range.
Instead, I was cruised by every Cute Young Thing in sight, guys in their 20s, even teenagers.
What did I have in common with guys 10 or even 15 years younger than me? I had never heard of Puff Daddy or the Spice Girls. I didn't watch Dawson's Creek. I didn't play Grand Theft Auto. And I was ready for bed by 10:00 pm.
But guys in my age range were usually in long-term monogamous relationships or married to women and closeted. Or else they had major personality flaws. So why not try the Cute Young Things?
But they had drawbacks of their own.
The teenage model: I meet Mario (not his real name) at a party. He's somewhat more feminine than what I usually like, but short and muscular, two of the five traits I find attractive (the others are dark skin, being religious, and having a large endowment).
The rest of the story is on Tales of West Hollywood.