A change of heart

I certainly have a good rest today. Had a blast partying with 3 fantastic friends till 5am, and it was the best combination ever. 2 girls (my friend, Kelly and myself), and 2 guys (my 18-year old intern, Basil and my Spanish friend, Al). All of us are single, so we thought it would be funny to be each other's wingman and see who among us is the most successful for the night. Success, being, how many people would approach us etc.

Turns out that youth has a lot of benefits. Basil the Intern totally rocked the house. Granted, he is one handsome chap, with a 6'2" built and boyish good looks. And he plays for the national water polo team competitively, so yes, ripped body. We have seen women who are old enough to be his mother, who would come up to him and dance. Without him even trying! An Aussie girl even came up to him, gave him a lap dance and stole a kiss from him. What the hell? He was loving the attention, for sure.

Everyone had a good night till 5am, dancing with the crowd and the girls certainly had the most fun.  



I have decided not to see the 45-year-old man anymore.

He has been away to London for over 2 weeks and even though he has been texting me every day without fail, I sort of feel suffocated by it. He kept complaining about how "tired" he is and how "old" he is getting that I get kind of irritated. I mean, it is normal to talk about being tired as a working adult, but I was having doubts about his energy level. In 5 years' time, I will be 30 but he will be 50. I will be damned if he thinks that I am going to be his nurse if he breaks his bones or something. I need a partner in crime, to hang out occasionally to cool places, and not pepper the conversations all the time with, "I am too old for this", or "Ah, I have been there and done that." Just shut up already - I don't need to be constantly reminded of how big our age gap is.

So I told him that it wasn't working out and I was so sorry. He had actually booked for our vacation to Bali in May but I guess it is better if I don't go. I would rather go to Dubai or just anywhere close to relax. I feel bad that he had spent all the money for the trip, but I would get over it... I guess. 



I have dated so many men around the age of 30-50 throughout my single years and now I realize that while I do prefer older men, I really think I shouldn't go beyond 40. That will be my limit. 15 years age difference would be my absolute limit. I'll be damned if I decide to date another "Oh I am too old for this, my dear" kind of person. I hope I won't make the same mistake again. And I should never date guys with a past marriage with kids. No more baggage, for me.

Don't get me wrong - I don't party as much as I used to. In fact, once a month is what I do. I mostly hang out at chill bars with my friends. But that doesn't mean that I am ready to kick the bucket and not be adventurous in my life.

I knew it wasn't going to work out, when I knew that he eats his steak well-done.

Oh well. You live and you learn.