Dear Mouthy Housewives,
I recently went to a friend’s wedding, and it was amazing! There were so many available men and not so many available women. I love dancing, and had a blast dancing with guy friends and wound up dancing with Mr. Right (or Mr. Right for Now). I know his family a little and get along great with his mom. I was blown away by the sparks that ignited on the dance floor, as they don’t ignite very often. We danced twice. He was very sad to see me go. I couldn’t get him off my mind, daydreaming about running into him. Then this morning I, a 29 year old single mother of an older toddler, found out that he’s 21……..WTF??!! What do I do??
Dear Mrs. Robinson,
I’m no Stephen Hawking, so forgive me for any mathematical errors, but you seem to be eight years older than this man. And it’s not like you’re 21 and he’s 13. (Look at me all mathy!) You are both consenting adults, free to pursue whatever happiness consenting adults can pursue together. Spoiler alert– it doesn’t involve watching The Real Housewives of New York together. Trust me, I tried.
Eight years happens to be the exact age difference between me and my husband and you should hear him roll his eyes when I imply that I was his child bride. In my defense, I was a very young 29. So to me, the age difference is not significant.
You mention that you get along well with his mom, so perhaps you’re worried about how she will react if you hook up with her son. Or maybe you’re uncomfortable because you are a mom yourself and this man is child-free. These are all valid concerns, but not ones that should stand in the way of pursuing a relationship. At this point, we don’t know if the two of you have a spark off the dance floor, common interests and things to talk about, however, so take it one step at a time.
Call him. And know that in the grand scheme of things, eight years is nothing.
Or, lie about your age.