So, now that you know how Buckethead and I met (the lovely mystical world of on-line dating) one might wonder how the two of us found each other amongst the hundreds of thousands of desperate singles franticly searching profile after stinking profile of endless people professing that they too love long walks on the beach, romantic dinners and truly do look better in person than in their pictures (sure ya do).
I mean, I don’t blame you for wondering. If the computer were to match me up with a postulation on my compatibility, I’m assuming they find my counterpart to be a single male, mid-to late 20’s, no kids. So one might question, how did she end up finding and dating a man 15 years her senior with two kids and a 30 year mortgage?
Aside from the fact that Buckethead is absolutely perfect and any woman that crossed his path and passed him up would be a absolute dolt, the reality is a simple fact: I like older men.
Cindy McCain, wife of Senator John Mccain is 17 years his junior. She has been quoted stating, “Having a strong father, I wanted an older man”. So, not only do I agree with her stance on health care, I also agree with her on her reasoning behind marrying older.
The signs have been there for me all along. Growing up, I had a huge crush on my dad’s best friend and watching Twilight I found myself oooing and ahhhing. But not over Jacob—the steamy, hot (literally and figuratively) werewolf; not Edward—the icy, hard as stone sex-pot. No, none other than Bella’s dad—the slightly older, mustache donning cop. I mean, he’s hot right? And while ABC has searched the country over finding the best and hottest bachelors, I have found none to be as good-looking and nice as the host, Chris Harrison.
So, turns out I would prefer a guy with bad knees over a boy with ache problems. But it’s all relative. In every choice in life there is good and bad. Being with Buckethead has made me mature in areas in life that would have taken me much longer to develop and heck, I think I keep him young! He has been all over the world and experienced things I’ve never even imagined but it makes him a really great tour guide.
Now don’t get me wrong, there are times when the age difference is more than apparent and at times even strange. One’s applying Rogaine; the other’s applying zit cream. Not to mention the fact that his daughter and I both like to bedazzle headbands, have matching Twilight shirts and like to sit in front of the T.V. with a Barbie coloring book and watch the Disney Channel. I’m sure when I’m in the mist of these activities my husband tilts his head and thinks, “What have I done?”
But when we are running amok and I can’t figure out how to work a dishwasher and he doesn’t get my references to “Saved by the Bell” and we feel like we are on different wave lengths, one thing is always present- we are crazy about each other. And that’s all that counts—age difference or no age difference.