Men Who Were Born In The Seventies

I was born in the early eighties. Since I left school, every man I have ever developed a crush on was born in the seventies. Every man I have ever had a meaningful relationship with has been born in the seventies.

They have all been men who wore suits in their day jobs. But all of them have had hobbies that were different from mine, but fascinating. They all liked music, science-fiction and some form of art.

Jammy (my teenage sweetheart) liked photography. Goldfinch liked to draw and paint. And in between Jammy and Goldfinch, every man I have been out with for any length of time was into something creative. I am including the men who had so many models of Starship Enterprise and other space-craft models in their bedrooms.

They have all been groovers. Real groovers. They liked dancing. None of them claimed to be great dancers, but it was never difficult to get them up on the dance floor.

Now I am in a bit of a pickle. Goldfinch has gone…he is on the other side of the planet. My next date with him might never even happen. Who knows? We have talked about this and I have given it thought. Eventually I may find I am drawn to someone here. But I suspect that will be a man born in the seventies. This Saturday I may be (still undecided) going to a party with a male friend, who is in his seventies – (HOLD ON, THAT IS A SERIOUS TYPO!) – nope, sorry, he is not in his seventies, he was born in the seventies! Not that I wouldn’t go to a party with a man in his seventies – in many respects that would be less complicated.

However, there are two men, both of whom I have known for some time, who have both asked me out several times and made very clear overtones to me that they like something about me. One is much older than me. Twenty years older. He was born in the early sixties. The other, is ten years younger than me. He is a nineties kid!

And to tell you the truth…it feels a bit weird. I don’t want to sound judgemental. I don’t have a problem with age gaps. I have some friends who are married to someone with a large age gap – even women married to much younger men. They seem very happy.

It’s just not something I have ever experienced myself. The biggest age gap I have experienced myself was fourteen years. That was Jack who was like a big teenager! I get on with the two men who have asked me out. I get on with people of all ages. It’s just the whole physical, romantic side that I have no desire of sharing with either of them.

I don’t think it is just their age. It’s also their characters I guess. The younger man, well, he makes me feel old. He things he does, the way he speaks – I feel like a granny because he seems so immature. The older man – well, I think I would find it easier to spend time with him. He makes me feel young – which is a nice feeling. With him, I think the main issue is height. I am five foot eight. He is at least an inch shorter than I am. I think that may be why it always seems as if he is looking at my bosom.

Aaaaaah sigh!

What I really want is a six foot one Australian who is ten years older than I am, but has such a great lust for life that he has the energy of a twenty year old, but all the wisdom of a mature man. I want Goldfinch. Aaaaah sigh!

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This post was in response to a challenge now hosted by Teresa (The Haunted Wordsmith) and Kristian (Tales From The Mind Of Kristian)

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/09/50-word-thursdays-a-new-beginning-2/

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19 thoughts on “Men Who Were Born In The Seventies

    1. It is! Mentally I know there is very little chance I will ever see him again. But because of technology I am going to be able to maintain a form of relationship with him that will keep my feelings alive for a long time.

      It is going to be a weird moment when I do start to feel attracted to another man here.

      But too early right now. It is only a month since Goldfinch flew to Australia. Much much too soon.

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  1. You’re so funny. I was born in the early 80s and my husband is late 70s. We’re pretty much the same. I’d say. Lol. You seem like such a nurturer. I don’t know that a younger man would suit you. Don’t want to be his mama after all. 😆

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    1. I totally agree. I am a nurturer/carer.

      Goldfinch used to laugh that I took pleasure in making the bed in the morning and folding his clothes up neatly, the moment he jumped in the shower. I loved cooking and baking for him and on one occasion I washed the clothes in his suitcase and ironed everything (even his underpants) when his laundry was dry. I loved making a fuss of him. But because I was younger, I always felt girly and enchanting. He made me feel very attractive.

      With a younger man – well I would feel like his mother – and that just puts up a huge mental barrier making any physical relationship awkwardly awful to contemplate.

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  2. You are adorable! I love reading your posts. Quite the dilemma I’m sure. I always dated older men. My husband is ten years older as well. I love the difference in our age. Best of luck to you!

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    1. Thank you lovely!
      I know it works for some…I don’t want to sound critical of any woman who has a thriving relationship with a younger man. But for me…I feel more comfortable with a man who is older than me…but how much older? Hmm…twenty years is more than I have considered before.

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    1. 🙂
      To be honest all I want is Goldfinch.
      The thought of starting a new relationship is scary – it can take so long to build trust.
      I think now though, regardless of age – I want to feel safe. That has become my priority.

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