The Things That Matters

A certain guy from one of class has played a great deal in making me welcomed in this strange yet new class for me. In my observation, there is not one day where we are seated in the same class that he doesn’t say my name. We talked a lot of course, and he was a very fun person to talk to. And even when we’re not seated in conversation distance, he seemed to be able to resort to heckling directed at me, so yes, there isn’t one class pass by without him actually saying my name. Lately, as we got to know each other a little bit better, we started to exchange eyesight, roll our eyes to the sight of others as a particular comment were said from others, and basically just squirt or smile at each other in a friendly-intimate kind of way. We have also talked about pretty much serious stuff that I would usually talk to my friends; marriage (though of course not with each other), relationships, occupation, alcoholic beverages, and lots more. I have to say personally, he is cute, and I would have fancied him besides neither consequences nor appearances. But, the fact exists that he is actually five years younger than me. Yes, five years. He is even younger than my little sisters-both of them!
There was also those nights spent at a certain Barbu Club in Koksijde, and Elysium, London where some too loaded sixteen year olds would come up to me asking what chances do they have with me. I, being brought up among conservatives, of course then spill out the most effective turn up line; “Sorry, you’re too young”.
Despite me sensing that there has to be nothing that can be taken as an end to this, my analytical side rationalizes; I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be a good senior with proper behaviour and academic knowledge to spend. I should play myself respectable and wise, something I know somebody would never be regarded as for being flirty. Though, in the other hand I don’t want to be considered ageist, because I know I am certainly not that.
I know I am not interested in getting anything off of this, though I cannot deny that if this happen when the guy’s 25 and me 30 then nothing would really be much of a problem. I mean, look at Guy Ritchie and Madonna, Ashton and Demi. Have I too been constructed by this Indonesian-Eastern culture frame of mind that women should date older men? But since it is happening now, then questions are being asked. Without focusing too much to my case, I got the thinking; “Is it actually okay to flirt with younger guys, despite realizing the fact that being older brought about some degree of behaviour standards (in a way that seniors should be the example)? Especially when you realize that the flirting will stay as series of flirting, never a relationship?”
I have talked to few people about this matter. A certain Beautiful Stranger says that it would depend on the person (who’s flirting at who), besides in a world where anything can happen, why not? Generally most of my friends think so too;
A certain Aquarius Lass gathers that the fact of the other guy being younger adds a plus to the flirting experience, besides if it’s just for fun then it’s a-OK. Even so, she did state that the age difference should be at the maximum 3 (OK, not helping…). In the other hand, a particular Capricorn girlie actually startled when I brought up the idea claiming that it’s pedophilias. Though, after about ten seconds she claimed that if it’s meant to be then it’s meant to be. Above all, she said that the focus should be stated on experience, and not merely of age, adding that she would better be with someone older than younger.
Agreeing with the preference of older guys, a certain Libra decided that older is not about age, but about maturity, thus, if a guy isn’t older but mature enough than it’s okay. She also noted that most guys would end up behind the classification “Boys will be boys” anyway. But beyond all that, she said that the ultimate filter would again end at knowledge and experience, and not age. Oh yeah, she’s also open to younger guys.
So, how does a guy take in all of this? A well known Aries guy (who will be D) compiles the comments hereafter:
AS : So, what do you think about guys flirting on older women (and vice versa)?
D : As long as it’s OK, then fine,
AS : Define OK, what’s the limit? Looks? Age?
D : Not too old, I mean. Early thirties still OK (this guy is 23, by the way, so that would make it about ten years difference), depend on the person, hot or bust! (pervert!)
AS : So you’re not afraid that you’ll be less experienced, thus opening the chance of being dominated?
D : I would expect a new experience. Dominated? Perhaps, but I won’t think so, like I said, it depends on the person, not all of them are dominatrice.
So, I guess our thoughts are evolving anyway in this eastern community. In the end, it does depend on the person, and their maturity. In the stark conclusion at the end, age is but a number, and what you’re really searching for is what’s behind those number. Some say maturity, maybe experience, and probably knowledge. In an older time, these three would be subjugated under the grandness of age. I guess not so anymore. In this society where we live in, age defines itself as a status, and devaluing time after time to a mere symbol.