Dating 7 years older
And I've added a couple of my own tips for good measure, since I am the younger woman and all. And I've added a couple of my own tips for good measure, since I am the younger woman and all. DON' T point out how "cute" his first grey chest hair is (OOPS).
But I've been watching New Girl and compiled a list of DOs and DON' Ts from Jess's experience dating the sophisticated Dermot Mulroney as Fancypants, who's a whopping twelve years older. But I've been watching and compiled a list of DOs and DON' Ts from Jess's experience dating the sophisticated Dermot Mulroney as Fancypants, who's a whopping twelve years older.
Does any man really like to be called your Sexy Silver Fox?
Although, I call J "Kid" in this super-cute, ironic way. Whether that's a mature twenty-something, an immature thirty-something, or a quirky lady living with three dudes like Jess.
Are you dating an older fellow or thinking about dipping your toes into that more mature water? Are you dating an older fellow or thinking about dipping your toes into that more mature water? Or, in Jess's (Zooey Deschanel's character, for those of you who aren't fans yet) case, don't ask about his health: "How's your prostate? Our bodies are decaying."DO relish in the fact that guys get better looking with age, but you'll always be the hot, younger girlfriend.
Well, my dears, you've come to the right place. Well, my dears, you've come to the right place. DON' T complain about turning "halfway to 50" when he's "one year til 30".
For him, they are what instinctively happens when he has a question, when he has a funny story, when he wants to make plans.
He sees texting as a slower, more frustrating alternative to the quick, easy phone chat, and I see it as both less confrontational and more private than a call.
DO be lovey dovey, but DON' T nickname him something based on his age (Fancypants is cool, though).
I’ve spent a lot of years being afraid of what would happen if someone could tell I was fumbling for what to say, or if I accidentally revealed exactly what was on my mind.
But I’m learning that those moments are called vulnerability, and that when other people witness them, it helps them know you better.
For a certain micro-generation of us, a text’s true function is mostly to deliver a bit of subtext: So when, a month after we’d met, he told me he’d been feeling under the weather lately and his texts slowed to a halting trickle, I did what I thought I had to: I took the hint.
When he took a whole day to respond to a text, I thought, , and made a point to let his last text message dangle there, suspended in the no-response void, the way mine had.
Today, my boyfriend and I are the adults that the ceaseless forward march of innovation dictated we would become: I am a texter (and a constant one), he is a caller (and a when-there’s-a-reason-for-it one).