There are three-four men in my life that are currently "pursuing" me/have an interest in me/I have an interest in. No, that does not mean I am interested in all three-four, just that amongst the them I may have my preferences {and trust you me, I do}. More specifically, we are going to discuss age.
Because, crap, I'm young.
The men in question are: 19, 21, 22, and 24.
19 ain't so bad since.. I'll be 19 in two weeks {cough cough}. But 21? 22? 24?! Oh my heavens what have I gotten myself into. It's not so weird on my end, but when you think that they're looking at a chick {me} that is so-and-so much younger than them {who on earth looks at girls five years younger and thinks "dang, I'd like to date her"??!! That is CRADLE ROBBING.}
Oddly enough I think the 22 year-old has the maturity level the 19 year-old should have. And while the 24 year-old is definitely the most fantastically, amazingly good-looking hunk of manly man alive, he has nowhere near the personality that 21 does. Even though they're five years apart, 24 seems so old and 19 so young. 24 owns two homes, runs a business, and has more ambition than .. anyone. 22 has nothing, two jobs, and the spirit of some wild, crazy horse. But, in dissecting the age of all of these guys I've come across a key thing.
Age doesn't really matter. *shrug*
