Lying about your age – it’s not just for women

Last Friday I went out with PicStitch. I met him at a bar for a drink, and then we headed to another spot for dinner. We were having a great date as usual.

Until…

I don’t remember exactly how it happened. I think it started when the song Loser by Beck came on, and he knew the song but didn’t know who sang it. I said it was Beck, and he said “Bent?” or something like that. Then some other song came on, and he was like “this song is so old, it reminds me of junior high school.” But I remembered that song from high school or maybe even college!

Those two things were kind of an eye-rolling reminder that he’s younger than me – I’m 34 and he’s 30. I asked him, “What year were you born again?” I wasn’t actually questioning it. I was expecting him to say 1982 or 1983, at which point I would make some smart-assed comment acknowledging the age gap.

He paused and said “1980.” I was like “Huh??? How old are you again?” I was really confused. For a second I thought that maybe I had heard him wrong that first night we met when he told me he was 30. He said, “I’m 33.” But the look on his face, omg, he looked so guilty!

I said, “Let me see your license.” I swear he was like a deer in the headlights. “Um, I don’t know where it is…um…” I said “Give it to me.” Finally he pulled his wallet out and just laid it in front of me. I opened it and found his license. It took me a minute to comprehend what I was seeing, because it’s a California license.

And then I saw his date of birth: October 9, 1987. Making him…25 years old.

I was like “Are you fucking kidding me??” I swear, I was dumbfounded. He started apologizing and trying to explain himself – he thought I was really pretty and he knew I wouldn’t take him seriously if I knew how old he was, so he told me he was older – but he couldn’t remember HOW old he had told me he was, because he was drunk that night too!

My emotions ranged between being upset and finding the whole thing hilarious. Over the next hour I must have said “is this actually happening right now??” at least a dozen times.

He said, “I’m sorry if you’re mad at me.” I said, “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed – whatever thoughts I had about where this could possibly go have just gone out the window, and besides that I just feel really foolish.”

During the conversation that followed I did end up softening up a little bit – I was pretty buzzed, and it was hard to stay mad at him. He kept telling me how beautiful I am and how much he likes me and likes spending time with me, and the flattery worked.

He also said things like “just because I’m young doesn’t mean I’m not looking for the same thing as you.” “The girls I’ve met in NY that are my age are so shallow, they’re not looking for the same thing I am.” “I’m from the country – I should have been married 5 years ago!” Just enough bullshit to make me think “Hey, you never know.”

Eventually we left. The way I saw it, I had two options. I could go home alone and cry and be depressed and probably never see him again. OR I could let him come home with me and deal with reality in the morning.  Maybe not the most rational way of thinking, but I was drunk. And since he was now relegated to the “no long-term potential” category, there was no point in holding out anymore.

So yeah, he came over…The next day we got lunch and spent the day on my couch, watching tv and cuddling and stuff. It was actually really enjoyable. Eventually he had to leave, so I dropped him off at the train around 5.

Over that lunch he said, “If age is really the only thing that would make you want to end it, then you should keep dating me.” Whatever…even though there’s no long-term potential, he’s the only guy I’ve actually enjoyed spending any time with lately. So I might as well continue on with him until something else comes along, right?

The only “challenge” will be making sure that I don’t get too attached. I don’t see that being a problem, but who knows. We’ll see what happens.

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About notchangingmyname

I'm a thirty-something, about-to-be-divorced, former blogger trying to navigate single life.
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11 Responses to Lying about your age – it’s not just for women

  1. mayday says:

    Maybe he is just a old soul? Some people can be mature at 25

  2. I re-read this so many times and I’m still shock! I have never known a guy to do that!

    • Isn’t it crazy? My friend just told me about a guy she hooked up with who had lied about his age to his previous girlfriend for TWO YEARS!!! Can you imagine??

      • Zvezdana says:

        This happened to me. My ex i dated for two years told me last year that he’s actually 2 years younger than i thought all this time… fucking idiot. I was so mad. At least yours was 25… but 2 years? WTF? Whhhy did you lie?

  3. MoMabie says:

    I sort of like him. If you’re enjoying yourself and he is too, then roll with it.

  4. SillyG says:

    That’s funny. Wonder what he was thinking. I’d say to just enjoy! but you are right on the attachment thing….

  5. Jeni Johnson says:

    It’s amazing he’d lie about his age. That’s kinda of unheard of right? I wonder what other fibs he’d have to tell but on the other hand, for him to say “if age is really the only thing……” That’s shows he’s asking you to take a risk like he had by wanting to date you yet feeling like you’d reject him. Im glad you are comfortable with him and for he to lay around with you the next day without a quick scram speakers for itself. Right?

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