I once thought I'd fallen in love with an adorable British Israeli lawyer who started chatting with me while we waited at a crosswalk in Manhattan.
I felt an immediate spark, and after we exchanged numbers, we planned our first date without ever bringing up our ages.
A week later, somewhere between one and four glasses of wine, he told me I looked “quite young” and asked how old I was.“I’m 25,” I said, trying to seem proud of the number even though I’d just celebrated this birthday with a bit of dread about growing up.
He nodded in surprise and didn’t offer his age until I asked for it.
I am in a long distance relationship where by I will find my 14 yr (my senior)lady arriving in Sydney within the next 6 months.