The new all-time low 0
I met a 27 year-old boy last night for a date. They call me cougarlicious in the office and I was living up to it, until I did some basic math.
Junior was cute, sweet and said the right things. Like, “Wow, you totally look like you are 31 at the most.”
Nice.
We continued to talk and he leaned in to kiss me. It was a nice one until I realized there was a 14-year age gap between us. That means, if I were a whore in high school, Junior would actually be old enough to be my son.
Insert the Macaulay Culkin, Home Alone face-slapping scream here.
I’m back to the 10-years younger rule. Leave the multi-generational dating gaps to Hugh Heffner. I can’t handle it.