I always told myself that I’d never date anyone younger than me. There was a very legit reason for me feeling this way. I’ve always felt older than I really am. I tend to cling to older people. Even when I was younger, I would hang out in the house with my grandfather instead of being outside with the other kids. Being so close to my grandfather is probably what caused me to be so attracted to older men.
With that being said, I find it interesting that I’ve fallen for him. I’ve fallen for his sense of humor and his charm. He keeps me on my toes. He has introduced me to music that I probably would have never listened to otherwise. I never saw myself being so infatuated with someone younger than my cousin who I consider my little brother. I always thought that I would look at them as a younger sibling.
Surprisingly, nothing about him screams immature. From the way he talks to the way he dresses, it sets him apart from the rest. In my eyes, I haven’t met anyone yet that can match his swag. Even though I don’t like that term, it’s the only word that can explain his demeanor. His swag is above a ten. I’m loving it!
That goes to show that infatuation sees no age!