What It was Like to Kiss a Man More Than Twice My Age (Unexpected)

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?

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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.