And why.
I, the younger woman, can at least offer explanation from my end of the age and sex spectrum.
Men, if they are ever to mature, have something of a ten year delay (or more, depending on the case) in development compared to women. Though it is a horribly inaccurate generalization to say that women at the age of twenty are at all mature, I mean the idea to apply to women who go about seeking men around a decade or more older than they.
A brief aside that will probably turn into a seperate rant: I realize that I may not come off as very mature. I am silly and girly and I am sure I will still be just as batty when I am fifty. But I'm not sure mature is really acting like a grown-up. Take my hell-spawned roommate from last year, the Beast. Everytime she saw my Kwala (yes, there is a koala bear in my bed) she would go on and on about how she missed her stuffed rabbit. Her living in Connecticut (that glorious haven for racists) I asked, more than once, why she didn't bring it back to school with her one weekend. She scoffed as if the idea were preposterous. Well, of course, she had to grow up sometime. So the Beast wore her matronly clothes and strode off to business school or her internship every day, daydreaming only about the riches she would make off destroying her youth locked away in investment banking and how she would then manage to coerce some poor sod into marrying her and getting her pregnant with numerous Catholic babies and then how she would grow old as a non-working housewife in Connecticut, her years of education wasted, and then die and go to a pure and righteous heaven because she truly believed, all her pathetic life, that the pope was infallible. Too bad she didn't even have a soul to save in the first place.
How very mature and rational all this was.
Too bad she was still desperately in love with her high school boyfriend, who, as we found out later having thought for so long that her boyfriend was a real douche bag to her, was never actually her boyfriend. ((Can anyone say stalker?))
Too bad she emotionally stunted herself in high school by sacrificing fun for the highest grades possible so she could get into dream-school Princeton, only to end up here, at NYU, School of Ivy League Rejects.
Too bad she still thinks sex is something shameful (mark of a true Catholic) and heaven forbid any of us have same-sex tendencies...
Too bad she gets drunk every weekend and makes a complete fool of herself in an attempt to dupe herself into thinking she is having fun and that she is indeed popular.
I'm going to act a complete snob here and say, drinking until you barf is so high school.
So is relying on passive aggression as a mature tactic in getting what you want.
There you have it. The Beast. She may look well into her forties, but, trust the ex-roommate, she's pushing 12.
And, to somehow tie this in to the idea that started this post, too bad she thinks older men are "grody". I've seen her type--------------->
We're in college now, dear. We should, at the very least, have graduated to explicit sex dreams about these blokes:
And/or these ladies:
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