A couple of days passed after my first date with Brandon, the much older manager from work. The night had ended on a confusing note. I was happy and excited that Brandon and I had such great chemistry and that there wasn’t any awkwardness between us due to our age difference. Seeing as how there was 26 years between us, I expected a lot of looks. But then again, Brandon looked like he was in his 30s, so I was worried for no reason at all. However, it wasn’t until Brandon and I got to my place that we really unleashed the pent up attraction we had for one another.
Making out in Brandon’s car was all sorts of interesting. First of all, I was still in shock that I had gone out on a date with a man who was so much older than me.The second thing that kept plaguing me was how we were going to face each other at work afterwards. Obviously these were worries that were nowhere in my mind when Brandon kissed me. As I had expected, Brandon’s age honed nothing but experience and I melted the minute his lips touched mine back at the restaurant. My greatest fears when meeting a man and dating was to meet and like a guy only to find out that he can’t kiss. Brandon blew away that fear. His lips weren’t too thin or too full—they were perfect.
Midway through our makeout session, Brandon stopped to look at me directly in the eye and ask me to be his girlfriend. In a way, this shattered my little illusion of a one-night stand, and to make matters a little more unsettling, he confessed that he was not the kind of guy to just have a one-night stand. Brandon went on telling me that I was the kind of woman that he could see himself settling down with and marrying.
Of course, Brandon mentioned that he knew I was in school full-time and that he was going to support me in whatever I needed. But I still was a little taken aback by the confession he had just made. Brandon was not looking for a fling; he was looking for the real thing and I was not sure how I was taking that new bit of information. Recanting the tale of that night to Melinda, my best friend, she had nothing more to say other than, “Oh my God,” which were my thoughts exactly.
Since that night, Brandon had become a little more guarded and kept asking if I was OK. It was not that I wasn’t attracted to him, but I had to take into account that I was potentially setting myself up for heartache. Brandon’s age never mattered when taken into the perspective of just a one-night or one-month fling, but he was talking about getting married and even expressed that he did not want to waste each other’s time if I wasn’t serious about being in the relationship for the long haul. And quite frankly, I wasn’t at all sure what I wanted. So to say I was a little spooked would be an understatement. How did I go from one guy that wanted no commitment (my ex, Jared) to a man who was only looking for one and nothing else?