A few weeks ago, I had a reminder that I’m officially across the “Old School” line. I was out at this little bar, sipping on my beverage, when this cute, newly-minted 21 year old came in with some of her friends. Me, being me, I had to flirt a little bit. Things were going well, until I volunteered one sentence of information too much, and let them know that I’m 30.
The one whom I thought was digging me the most initially seemed to be surprised, then her actions became a lot less flirtatious. My interpretation of her body language went from “This chick is over here undressing me with her eyes” to “Why is she now acting like I’m going to slip something in her drink?“
Then, I remembered that I’m 30, and they just turned 21. When I was 21, I thought 30 was the cutoff point in being cool, unless you’re a movie star, or Bruce Wayne, or some other ridiculously over-the-top sh*t like that. Besides, in all fairness, if I had to hooked up with any of them it would have been for sex and not much else, since I doubt we’d have much in common to sustain anything more .
Then again, I’m not saying that assumption is true for all younger women, but I just decided to go with it, since she started treating me like Chester the Child Molester.
Either way, I have decided to take my usual philosophy when it comes to situations like these: F*ck it. I can only be Leon, so if I decide to unleash my whirlwind swagger on a 21 year old, she’s just going to have to accept the fact that she’s getting the pantydraws charmed off of her by someone born in the 70′s. I’m too spectacular to deny myself, or her woman-parts, such pleasurable pleasures!
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Playa, that philosophy guarantees that you’ll have daughters some day. Fine, high-yella daughters, too.
LOL…
I’m a few years removed from 21 myself. I have an ex that’s 27 and the last person I dated was 29. (4 to 6 years older you do the math).
You’d be surprised how much you can have in common with people not near your age. Remember that one episode of the Cosby show when Cliff’s friend married a 23 year old and he was like 40?
Like Aaliyah said, age ain’t nothin’ but a number!
*points and laughs*
it’s cause you’re short!
if you had some height about you you could have got the # midgetman!
*bhahahaha*
I don’t think 30 is old…in fact, when I was 21, the mid-thirties was the cut-off…
Well, better luck next time, playa.
LMAO! As long as you don’t blurt out “WATCH OUT DERE NOW” with every dance move, you’re good.
I find it surprising that she reacted that way. Usually, 21-year-olds dig the 30-year-olds.
It’s like we have wisdom or something.
LOL @ MetrMan!!!!
You shoulda just Heisman’d on her face and kept it moving…
-Ed.
http://www.edthesportsfan.com
I would imagine that a 21 year old would be looking at a 30 year old for the pockets. I’m surprised she didn’t warm up to you more.
You should probably stick to the 25+ set, old man.
“…she’s just going to have to accept the fact that she’s getting the pantydraws charmed off of her by someone born in the 70’s. I’m too spectacular to deny myself, or her woman-parts, such pleasurable pleasures!”
^ I almost fell out of my chair when I read that part. Talk about conceit Leon…are you really that good? lol, but then again if your swagger is that good keep working it :)
@ anonymousnupe, you’re right. I think I’m going to go ahead and invest in a shotgun right now!
@ KaNisa, I like your attitude
@ Mr. 6’5″, I don’t like your attitude. I’m handsome. I don’t NEED height!
@ Wonderlove, thanks
@ Metro Man, I kept the J.Anthony Brown, old man comments to myself
@ Arjewtino, usually, that rings true. Just not that night for some reason!
@ Ed, I just moved my attention elsewhere and left it alone
@ Babs, I guess that means it’s a good thing that it worked out the way it did. No one got their feelings hurt!
@ Monica, I am a finely-tuned weapon of mass seduction. Ask about me :)
You are crazy! I must admit that when I was 21 I was not checking for a 30 year old. But I already had a 29 year old I was with at the time. They probably see it like you may try to be like their dad. That’s creepy.
Maaaaaaaaaaan… didn’t I tell you to stop rockin’ Old Spice!!!???
I’m in the over 30 crowd and proud of it. I can’t deal with the 20-somethings no more. They got issues. LOL.
I can’t eat McDonald’s no more.
Interns call me ma’am, and I’m find with that.
http://tracylscottblogservations.blogspot.com/2008/07/happily-joining-30-and-up-club.html