Monday, July 02, 2007

How Old Is Too Old?

"Age is an issue of mind over matter.

If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."

~Mark Twain

The question of "how old is too old" has been haunting me lately. A few weeks ago I found myself attacted to a man who was around 40 and it got me thinking about the issue of age and relationships. Is 40 years old too old for a 28 year old? Would that qualify me as the "mid-life crisis girl"?

Oddly enough, as I was flipping through the TV channels tonight I ran across a show called "Age of Love". The plot of the show is to have a single man in his 30's decide who would be a better partner - a girl in her 20's or a woman in her 40's - the kittens vs. the cougars.

As you may have guessed, I was sucked in and had to watch the show. It was amazing to see the difference between the two age groups. The 40's were confident, mature and fun. The 20's, on the other hand, were the exact opposite: jealous, insecure and surprisingly boring. Now I understand that this could all be the work of the show producers and editors but I think that the concept is fascinating. Especially since I've been wresting with the issue of age myself.

What do you guys think...does age really matter?

Sunday, July 01, 2007

What's A Girl To Do...

In case you couldn't tell from all of my prior blogs, I travel...a lot. In the past two months, I have been on 10 different round trip flights so I think I know a little something about airline etiquette. I know all the do's and don'ts but this is one area that I'm a little grey in...the pick up. It's happened before: the lawyer, the college football coach, the Marine, the owner of a construction company and this last week, it was Michael - the land developer.

It's generally the same routine: I'm sitting by the window minding my own business (trying to avoid the person sitting next to me). The guy sitting in the middle seat becomes incredibly persistent at engaging me in conversation. I give in and finally talk; most of the time it's sub-par conversation but once in awhile it's actually fun (this is rare). You cover all the basics in flight - where are you from/where are you going/what do you do, etc. By the time that the flight ends you feel as though you somewhat know this person. When you are able to get off the plane, the guy waits for you at the door to escort you to either the baggage claim or the connecting gate. They give you their number and ask you to call them. In most cases, I smile and take the number not wanting to hurt any feelings, however, this last time it was a bit different. I actually thought about calling him. In the end, I didn't but I did listen to all of his suggestions of cool shops, restaurants and other public places to go (which were all great, by the way).
So out of curiosity, I have to ask this question: if you met a guy on an airplane (who didn't seem like he was going to rape, kill and then cut you into pieces) would you call him?