This Is Exactly Why Younger Women Date Older Men (and Why You Should, Too): Part 2

When I got over my shy­ness, I asked Bran­don, “So, where are we going?”

He looked over at me and smiled. “It’s a surprise!”

I chuck­led and felt com­fort­able enough to con­fess, “You know, this is actu­ally my first date with a guy.” With Bran­don, being hon­est and com­fort­able was like sec­ond nature. He made me feel like there was noth­ing about me that would turn him off, and it was a mutual feeling.

Bran­don looked over at me.“Really? Are you serious?”

I nod­ded my head and gave him a big smile. “The pres­sure is on for you!” We both laughed and con­tin­ued on the freeway.

Thirty min­utes later, we exited out onto an unfa­mil­iar off-ramp. Wher­ever it was that we were going, I def­i­nitely had never been there before. As we passed sev­eral lights and made some turns, we ended up in a ware­house area. I made a joke along the lines of, “Is this where you’re going to dis­pose of my body?”

Bran­don let out another one of his laughs. “I know it does look a lit­tle spooky, but trust me, I’m not some kind of psy­cho.” I laughed back, won­der­ing what kind of sur­prise he had in store for me.

Along the street there were signs of air­plane hangars for sale. Think­ing noth­ing of it, I just watched as we pulled into a street with a cul-de-sac. To the right was a dri­ve­way with 15 other cars and an entrance that lit up a red brick build­ing. It looked like a very secluded and exclu­sive steak­house. As Bran­don parked his car, all the doubts and neg­a­tive thoughts rushed to the fore­front again. Was I ready for all the wan­der­ing eyes that would take in Brandon’s face and peruse my younger one?

Bran­don came to my side just as I opened my own door. “Damn, you took my thun­der. I was going to get the door for you,” he said smiling.I couldn’t help but won­der if Bran­don was just play­ing the part of a gen­tle­man or if he really was nat­u­rally like that.

Oh come on, I can get my own door,” I retorted, even though I liked the thought of him get­ting it. “Next time,” I added. And with that he motioned for my hand to help me out of the car. Tak­ing my hand into his, we made our way up the lit entrance as a jet plane took off nearby.

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About Lena

I’d always dreamed of the perfect fairytale prince in storybooks—ready with money and status to come save me from my chaotic, average life and treat me like his princess. Add a 26-year age difference and I found the closest thing to it. Not everything comes as easy as we expect it to, but that’s what makes it all the more fun. At 18 years old, I experienced that “Mr. Right Now” love with a guy my age named Jared. Two years later, I met Brandon, my older man. Jared was the typical playboy who romanced my naïve younger self and made me fall hard for him. That relationship caused me to view love in an entirely different way than I previously had, and I’m actually glad it did. By the time I met Brandon, I had become wiser and more prepared for the reality of relationships. Even though at 20 years old I didn’t show the tell-tale signs of a smart, mature woman, that was exactly what I had become. I started as a part-time secretary for a highly respectable office, while juggling a full-time load of college courses at the local university. It was my first official job where I had to wear heels, pencil skirts, and an occasional suit. I was no longer the high-school girl that found “true love” after graduation and had her heart broken immediately after. The new woman I was now was confident and smart, and when I saw Brandon walk through the lobby door, I knew he’d be a challenge, one I was ready to accept. Now at 22, and Brandon at 48, we’ve managed to keep a two -year relationship feeling like the very first day we met—all the excitement and butterflies are still very much present.