I have no idea why I didnāt do this sooner. Dating an older man is the most calming experience of my life. He discusses only three thingsāhis investments, his espresso machine, and his flawlessly edited vinyl collection. And really? I just sit there, drink my coffee, and let him take care of everything else.
Occasionally, heāll spend a whole morning in the kitchen, carefully measuring out coffee beans because somehow 0.2 grams is significant. At other times, heāll sit me down and enthusiastically take me through the subtleties of his favorite jazz albums, telling me why one specific saxophone solo altered the course of music history. I just smile, nod, and say, āWow, babe, thatās interesting.ā Do I have any clue what heās discussing? Not exactly. But heās content, and I donāt have to contend with mayhem, so itās a win-win.
Good part? No social media. No bizarre online battles. No texting games. Just a man who books dinner reservations two weeks in advance and actually shows up. Meanwhile, Iām reflecting on my past dating life, wondering why I ever bothered with dudes who couldnāt even make a commitment to a Saturday night engagement.