Dating a younger man with kids
I was sitting by myself at a rehearsal dinner in Vermont, newly single, when my life changed forever.
I had just gotten out of a 10-year relationship with a man my age that I'd started dating in my mid-20s.
I've never gone out hunting for younger guys, and I don't go to clubs or bars, so over the years, many of the men I dated were members of my gym.
We'd talk between sets, and then after we'd gotten to know each other, we'd go out for a cup of coffee, and things would progress from there.
I was terrified, excited, confused, and totally off my center.
Even though I had greater financial resources than the men I dated who were 19 and 20, I never bought their clothes or groceries.
For a year, I would often give him advice about the girls he was dating, and we'd have long talks about psychology and spirituality.
I thought of myself as his mentor; never in my wildest dreams did I think he would fall for me. I've never said that to a woman before." I was so moved by his sincerity that I went uncharacteristically mute.
She preferred to think I was an escort or someone out to harm her son than to believe we actually loved each other.
Many people have asked me how I've wound up getting involved with men in their 20s and 30s.
He was a gorgeous 22-year-old, fresh out of college, and related to the groom.