Age Matters

When I was 22, I dated a woman who was 53. Okay, perhaps dated is too strong a word. Let's just say she took me on as her poolboy, despite the fact that she didn't own a pool.

This woman worked in the office at my first job out of college. She was divorced with two kids, pretty as all hell and with a smokin' body -- she clearly spent more time on her workouts than doing anything of consequence at the office. And I can't lie: the sex, especially to my weaned-on-Mrs.-Robinson-fantasy-pornos, 22-year-old mind, was posifuckinglutely amazing.

Thing is my friends, though agreeing the woman was hotter than hell, couldn't believe I'd work such an older woman. There's 20 year-old ass out there, they told me, which can grind your face just as easily as 53 year-old ass. But I was so blown away at the time, it all just rolled off my back. It lasted about seven months, until she moved on to some commodities broker who lived in her condo unit.

So I was basically used for sex by an older woman. Which is fucking awesome.

That 31 year gap between stands as the biggest age variance between myself and a Kenette. Anyone have any limits to how large they'll let such a gap be?