The older woman

It's happening....and a hell of a lot sooner than I thought it would.

I'm becoming THE OLDER WOMAN.

And I'm not even 30 for Chrissakes!

Seriously, all of the men that are older than me are either married....or totally screwed up in some way.  Or hiding out in some super secret fantasy football lair. 

I'm fairly certain I have ranted about this before, but it warrants a few more paragraphs. 

It would nice for me to say age is just a number, but that is never the case.  Age is experience, age is life lessons, age is looks (shallow, I know), and age is maturity (although when it comes to men, the level is always questionable). 

And I absolutely love how the younger guys don't have a problem with older women at all.  In fact, I think it's a novelty to them, which makes sense I suppose.  Older does equal experience in most cases, but my my my how the tables will turn once they get to be our age.  Then THEY will be after the younger ones. 

As a woman you just can't win these days, can you?  Unless you aren't really looking for a meaningful relationship.  If you're looking for some pretty amazing sex, I guess being the older woman puts you in pretty damn good spot. 

Anyway, enough of my whining.  I suppose I should be taking advantage of these situations while I can :).

Song of the day:  "That Summer" Garth Brooks