by Mia Farrow

Created on: September 25, 2008

Sometimes a girl wants to be a girl. Call me old fashioned, but I want to be cherished, I want to be looked after and to feel cared for, protected. I am intelligent but I do not know the answer to everything. I need help, advice, guidance, from someone who has more experience than me, and I have found that person in an older man.

I have met a man seventeen years my elder, and I am head over heels in love with him. Am I crazy? I think not. In fact I know I am not, I feel it.

The man I was in love with previously, I met in my twenties, and married a few years later. I enjoyed the fact that our birthdays were a mere 24 days apart. It did not matter to me that I had graduated from university with a teaching degree and he was still living at home with his parents. I knew that he was an intelligent guy who had a laid back approach to life. His time would come.

Each day I returned from work, filled with thoughts about the days events, and found him playing video games with his friends from school on the couch. Where was the romance? I wondered. Again, I thought, his time will come. He will eventually grow up and mature, and think or worry about things in the way I feel the need to now.

Paying bills on time will become a priority, and a healthy lifestyle, would become a goal worth setting. Perhaps investing in our retirement would not be a boring topic, at some point in the distant future. He will mature, he has to.

I feel enriched by our meeting. I trust his wisdom, and experience. His self confidence comes from years of presenting his work and name to others and the responsibility he has gained throughout these experiences. He does not drive an expensive car, he goes to work everyday, and he spends most of his free time with his adult children. It is hardly a thrill a minute, and yet I love every second with him.

I no longer look at men, my age, in the same regard. Older men seem more distinguished. Mine has a presence when he enters a room. The intense smell of his cologne is etched into my head. His exquisite tastes, that developed with him over time, are well known to me. Men, my own age, seem juvenile. They are in a rush to go fast, with cars, with money, drinks and woman. They lack a sense of planning for the future and hardly ever see the wisdom in patience.

I have known this older man for the last year and I am still gripped with the same intense interest that usually fades after the first few months with a new relationship. I find my head calmed by the mere presence of him, and although I make my own choices in life, I feel supported in them.

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