Age Ain't Nothin' But a Number

I met this interesting, very sweet, adorable guy a while back (referenced in the last entry), and finally got a chance to go on a date with him. It was remarkable, I must say, because we definitely clicked and had this comfortable open conversation revealing enough to be interesting but holding back enough to stay interested. Now here's the kicker (because there always has to be a kicker doesn't there?) he's older than me. But to my surprise when I discovered this it didn't bother me at all. Quite the opposite actually, I was interested to learn more about him and still quite attracted to him. I don't know why, but I guess in my mind (and the way society portrays things) I imagined that I would have a problem with it, but I really don't at all. And I keep thinking through it, overanalyzing the situation, trying to find the part of me that might at some point be troubled by our age difference, but I cannot find it...and that's okay with me. In fact, it's great with me. The potentially sad flip side of this coin is that he might not be okay with it. And that thought, honestly, breaks my heart. I've never wished I was older more than the minute I stepped off the subway after our date. If that's the one thing I could be just to get to know this guy better, I would do it, but unfortunately I have no control over that, or how he feels about our ages. And in reality, if he doesn't want to pursue anything, that's gotta be cool with me and I would love to still be his friend because he is very interesting and we do get along remarkably well. But a girl's gotta hold out hope that Aaliyah was right and "age ain't nothin' but a number."