Tuesday, December 30, 2014

a sign of the times

I turned 40 on the 27th of December. 3 days ago.

When I was a kid I thought turning 40 meant using a walking stick, wrinkled as a raisin. Thank God I'm far from being that! I look pretty decent for a 40-year old with 3 kids and nursing a broken heart. At least that's what people have been telling me. Or were they just being polite?

Age was the thing that freaked me out when The Diver was having the affair. The girl was 27, he was 48. Ten million people told me to take a chill pill and that this "fling" will pass. But I know my husband too well. Age is nothing to him. I think age is nothing to most men.

It is nothing, and it is everything too. The younger the catch is, the bigger the trophy. Everyone wants to be Michael Douglas and Catherine.

What broke my heart was that during our marriage he kept on saying that I was already young enough for him, and that he could not connect to anyone over 10 years younger. That there won't be a connection. He will never go out with anyone over 10 years his junior.

Never say never.

When he did, I noticed a change in him. He stopped blogging, saying that there were "no issues" to blog about. This coming from a prolific blogger was rather odd. His Tweets seem lacklustre, mundane, directionless. He used words like "adoiyai". Secretly, I wished to see him graduate to saying things like "geli, dowh." It never got to that, fortunately.

When we patched things up, he realized that "rejuvenation" wasn't what he was after. The whole thing was like a "knock in the head" - to use his own term. I hope it was a hard enough knock. Enough to knock him back to reality.

What I did not understand is how could a girl that age be crazy enough to be going out with someone old enough to be your father? When I found out that she once dated a 60-something, I know that age meant nothing to her as well.

But isn't it wasted youth? Financial stability and Freudian father complex aside, to me it is wasted youth.

Who I am to judge? She and I are different people. In my 20's the idea of going out with an older married man was scorned upon by society and laughed at by peers. The latter being a scarier punishment - where to put my face if bawak pakcik masuk Modesto's?

I guess times have changed.

2 comments:

Walker said...

Ha, I am older that you are by 15 years……wait, that`s not a good thing is it;…shit?
You are right, men don’t care about age but ego, hmm that`s another beast where age does make a difference.
That`s why men have a mid-life crisis and go out to try and be young again.
Yup, that works well with the arthritis.
I want to go out with young vibrant chicks and the more the merrier.
Someone`s got to carry my old aching butt back to reality.

Seriously, age means little where love is concerned.
Most people fall in love before they learn the age of their partners.
7 years ago I dated a woman that was 25 years younger than me because she asked me out.
What she was thinking I don’t know.
When I asked her why she said she liked me and I left it at that.
Problem there was she liked me more than I liked her.
My first lover and teacher of how to treat a woman was 28 I was 13.
Between then and now there have been a few of various ages and mostly older than me so to say I got it right would be a total understatement because no one ever gets it right.
We just do the best we can and hope we get close to perfection.

40, you’re still a young chick and you know, you only get better with time.
A real woman has 3 kids and doesn't need to run around stealing another woman’s man

all jazzed up said...

Walker, you had me LOL-ing at "Yup, that works well with the arthiritis". You crack me up all the time!

True, no one gets it right. Maybe one or two lucky buggers but the rest of use just have to soldier on...