I'm An Accidental CougarFor the most part, I'd always dated guys close to my age or older. On occasion, I'd date a guy a year or two younger, but not very often. Then, shortly after my first marriage broke apart, I was pursued by a guy 11 years younger than me. It didn't go anywhere; that age difference made me very nervous, but it was flattering. Especially since I'd just turned 29. I mean really, pushing 30, and an 18 year old is hitting on you? Who wouldn't love that?
At 31, I had a brief encounter with a 22-year-old. He hit on me, and it didn't go into a relationship at all, but it was fun.
A year later, things changed drastically for me. I started dating someone for the first time since my divorce three years earlier. He was 13 years younger than me. And again, he pursued me.
It was flattering and thrilling and amazing.
And now? We're married.
Yup, the love of my life is 13 years younger than me. He's only 6 years older than my son. At times, it seems surreal. But we have so incredibly much in common, and our bond is stronger than any bond I've ever had with another man.