Sometimes women approach my older man, Fred, and it actually makes me feel flattered. Many of them are prettier than me, and are trying to figure out what he’s got that would attract a young redhead like me. Women pick up on the subtle chemistry between me and Fred much better than men do. They put a tingle on Fred’s ego and get him to smile and visit for a while. I have no problem with that at all. I feel flattered that other women are interested in Fred. I trust in him that his choices will be appropriate and no matter what happens in public situations, he always goes home with me.
My close friend, Heidi, and I have enjoyed a lot of good times together since our college days. She has beautiful blue eyes, and is single, tall, thin, sporty, spunky, and very social. Of course, men approach her regularly, and she is one of those women who have lots of opportunities and whines later about not having a man in her life. There is a dynamic in our friendship, however, that is about as pleasant as regurgitating Mexican food. She has a psychotic tendency that rears its ugly head in certain situations. It happens when, 1) Men approach me before her, 2) We are in public, and 3) There’s drinking involved. Being in an age gap relationship with a man 25 years older than me does have its perks in this area, because it stopped her dead in her tracks.
I learned long ago that being with Heidi in certain situations should be avoided at all times. She will steal the man that was interested in me and whisk him away and tag him all night long. That spoils any interest I would have in him later. I have no chance with meeting a man when she is around. During an outdoor concert, poof, she took the man I was dancing with. During a group camp out, poof, she took me off the lap of the man that I was playing with. When I was dating a fine young French boy, poof, she rode around piggy back on him all weekend long at the lake cabin. Not once has she let me and a potential date develop.
I warned Fred about Heidi before he even met her. The first time Heidi met Fred, however, she gave him a hug, said, “Welcome to girls’ night out,” smiled, and walked away. That was it. She visited with him respectfully, bought him a drink, kept her hands off him, and did not flirt with him in any way. She told me he was a really nice guy for me and that she was happy for me to have such a fine man to be with. In the past, I quit hanging around with her when I had a man with me or the potential for meeting men. Fred’s age completely cured the problem in my social life with Heidi.
Apparently, flirting with a man who is 30 years older than her was not on Heidi’s radar. I had finally found a way to end her streak: an age gap relationship.