Once again, I would be nowhere without a keen sense of humor. [And a refusal to accept defeat]. I laugh (usually in private) when people seem agitated by an age difference of say 7 years, with my age as a base. 10 even. I won't go any further but needless to say I was well beyond that as long ago as college. I think it's funny. Decades older has always been my thing. I am an old soul.
Save a beating, there is an alternate set of problems that accompany the drastic age gaps I'm used to. But from my experience it's the "young" ones who are more inclined to hit. Not that I have had more than this one violent experience. Once is all - more than enough for a lifetime. Scoff all you want at the grey haired gentlemen that have been by my side, but never once has one broken my nose or blackened my eye.
In fairness and with respect to speaking with a moderate tone, plently of young guys haven't either - of course. I just feel like I have to defend my [pre] geriatric pattern with more zeal given my lapse of judgement with C. This is meant to address him in a way. He always gave me a very hard time (if you can imagine) about previous older men. I think he was just so intimidated when he met the ex-bossman that he had nothing to do but rib out of insecurity.
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